Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on November 16th of 2019. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account once a week for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.
You say stop, I keep going.
You say nice, I be mean.
You say quiet, I am loud.
You get mad, I push back.
You throw your hands, I move forward.
You make threats, I’m not phased.
You get your friends, I go it alone.
They punch and stab, I get back up.
You cut me down, my blood leaks.
To my dying breath, I will not yield.
My final wish, to see your tears.
Your angry fit, to your final fear.
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