Note: I don't usually write poetry, but I gave it a shot when iyissekiwa hosted a poetry challenge... Imagine my surprise when my entry placed second in the haiku category!
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Am I a woman,
Sango wonders, or am I
just one of the guys?
She fights beside them,
Hiraikotsu ready
Deadly... beautiful?
Although she is strong,
from time to time she wavers -
fleetingly unsure.
Her question: is it
better to be a woman
or a warrior?
When their battles are done,
their greatest foe laid to rest,
which life should she choose?
The monk's sneaky hand,
in its place on her bottom,
gives the answer: both.