You Sick Man

Oh you! You sick man! Seeing me so low from you makes you grin. I crawl on my knees, you laugh. Is it that enjoyable to see my pain? Sure, I won’t crack, I’m not like them. Ill show you. I may not be physically stronger than you, But my mind, oh my mind! Yours is nothing compared to mine. I step on it, crush its measly cracks. Oh you! Sick man! You may be stronger than me, But I am wiser than you. I wield the weapon of a pen and paper, Which is stronger than your kick, punch and love. I spit at your manliness; I smile at my womanhood. Seems like they both need new definitions.