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.
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