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I'm Not A Fighter I'm A Writer
First day of Highschool, A kid trips me,
I get up,
he pushes me back down,
punches me in the face,
then leaves.
I could have got back up and beat him up
but I'm not a fighter I'm a writer.
Even when they get me so angry
I'm ready to catch fire
like a lighter
but i don't
beacuse I'm not a fighter I'm a writer.
Sometimes, when I get so stressed
I'm ready to give up
because it feels like i have no other opption.
like a mother that has no food or no money
so she has to give up her only kid up for adoption.
I still manage to deal with it
one day at a time
beacause I'm not a fighter I'm a writer.
Instead of using my fists as weapons
the only weapons i use is my pen and my thoughts
to beat up the paper.
A few years later
I run into that same kid
he corners me in the bathroom
and starts hitting me over and over
until my face turns numb then he walks away.
I rush to my backback
to get my pen and notebook to unleash my anger
to find that its not there.
I look up at that kid as he walks away
and that day i became the fighter instead of the writer.
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