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I can’t forget
Anytime I’ve hurt somebody,
Been in a fight,
Sending someone home all bloody.
But I forget,
It wasn’t a fight that I chose.
Forced into it,
I had to either fight or lose
And fight I did!
There’s no one to do it for me!
I was a kid,
Picked on for my disability.
I stood alone,
Facing up to a school bully.
I couldn’t run,
He’d get me eventually.
Him and his friends,
They thought I was easy pickings,
That it would end
By him giving me a licking!
Then they could brag,
Parade around school and swagger,
Saying I dragged
Myself home or how I staggered.
That’s how it went,
I was hurt and had a bloody nose
And in the end,
It bled like it came from a hose.
It did look bad,
They must have thought it was over,
So that they had
Their fun and I was the loser.
I would not yield,
Fighting ‘til I got the upper hand.
No sword or shield,
It was here that I made my stand.
So in the end,
He was the monster I vanquished.
Before his friends,
I brought him to his knees to submit
My bloody nose
Was used to my own advantage,
Because I hosed
His clothes before I released him.
Father and son,
He learned his ways from his father,
So he went home
To get shrill shrieks from his mother.
I’m sure he went
Home to face another whupping
Angry parents,
But for fighting or for losing?
Karl Stuart Kline
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