When You Do It

when you do it make it count she said then run fast home i was eight years old the bully was nine everyday taking my bike leaving me crying at the roadside mom said never cry you take a swing and aim well when you do it make it count she said then run fast home that boy's eye was black for a good week when you do it make it count she said then run fast home i was 21 years old as naive as nine every year he took more of my pride leaving me crying with a handful of shame and bruises the lesson forgotten until one day the day i took a swing and aimed well and when i did it i made it count and ran fast home that boy's heart is still black today