Written by: Karena Brown

Placing my future 
In the palm of a hand that belongs to me
Does it?
I felt my fists form without reservation
Hitting you with all my hurt
Can you feel it?
I watch the blood of shock form at the corner of your mouth
I hit you with my anger...
I see you bend over 
I stare at disbelief at my own strength
You look so feeble before me
so small...insignificant
Can I be a success now?
I am a success now... :-)
Years of torture...
eternity of glory.....