Ace Of Black Hearts

Rookie - 35 Points (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

My Choice


Once upon a time there was a bunch of crowded streets.
Hustling and bustling, so busy.
Everyone so happy.
Except for this single child.
He walked with a limp, but it wasn't natural.
More of a pain upon the mind.
He was the child who would get into constant fights.
He would always lose, but still he wouldn't throw a punch.
Still he stood up for others.
Protection in self sacrifice.
A harden quality.
I won't employ harm, but I won't allow it either.
That was what he said to himself.
I have nothing to prove.
I owe no one an explanation for the black eyes or bruises.
Because it was my choice to take them.

Submitted: Thursday, May 09, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 09, 2013

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Sometimes we believe what we are doing is right, and there for won't ask for help. The man who is too proud, is the man who is in too much pain.

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