238. Fight Back Poem by Jaden Knight

Your swollen fists fall on to me
like a heavy downpour of rain
leaving bruises instead of puddles
every week for the past few months

Every time you love to try to push me back
but you still have not won yet
yes I'm on my knees
but am not yet defeated and feel no fear

What are you trying to do
is there another way for you to try breaking me
I suggest you hurry up and find it
before I start to snap
rising up in retaliation

Backed up against a wall
no further can I be pushed
now it's my turn to strike
and I will get my punch in

Before I even raise my fist
I look into your eyes
and see you already kneeling on the inside
I haven't even fought back yet
but I see the tables have turned
your power has evaporated
I have won and you are terrified