When you're born
You trade the womb for the real world
When you learn to walk
You trade scraping up your knees for feet
When you can feed yourself
You trade a fork for a knife
And that knife will eventually be your weapon for destruction
As a career
I learned at a young age
How to throw them and hit on the mark
As a career
I have been expected to win
The games I have been trained for
As a career
I come from a line
Of victors that have trained me like them
So I have had practice
When reaping day came
I volunteered at age 15
To fight to the death
But I've had so much training
I know I'll win
I can use a knife
A spear
A bow
An arrow
And my mouth
I fight until the death
But I'm impossible to kill me
Damn you who manage to scratch me
Damn you who make me bleed
And that bitch who kills me
Will surely go to hell
I'm a District 2 girl
Who uses everything she's got
And that is how I'll win
By using my mouth
My name is Enobaria
And I will win