Ammo

Ammo 

They always try to tell me...
What to do
Who and what I must..and must not be
Who I should deify and vilify
That I should walk with my back straight and lips clamped

But that's because they don't want me to be a panther 
But I was born with clenched fists...
Meant to hold a machete 
My jaws convert words into caliber...

And you cannot tell a bullet...
To be anything but a bullet
And you surely cannot negotiate with it not to ricochet