He ripped my shirt



/ poetry

12/9/16 About a fight that happened in my senior years of high school

The balled fist collided with my face,

I stumbled, I know I did,

but I remember wishing for more,

I was disappointed.

...I wanted to feel it...

He was big, athletic and strong.

I was small but wiry

and I could not believe he had hit me

because I was left numb 

and all I wanted was to bleed for the cause.


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