Sweet Fury Poem by Antonio Giorgio

On darkened streets and in drunken bars,
I have taken punches,
But I always gave as good as I got,
When I was growing up in the hell that was home,
The people that should have looked out for me were the ones giving the abuse,
And I have learned for a while,
To live without money or food,
To live without family or friends,
But the thing that toughened me the most was my greatest weakness,
Women,
For all the relationships I cared for,
All the flings and encounters in strange beds,
Out in the wild or near the ocean under the stars,
For all the sweet smiles and joyous laughter,
All the broken hearts and furious tears,
I learned not to care