Polite Black Fury
Colors all around me slowly going black,
Fury building in me causeing me to crack,
People all around me cheering me on,
That girl infront of me her teeth all gone,
I swing real hard,I kick through the pain,
Finally I've stopped,
Seeing her on the ground,
With all these people standing around,
I turn to leave showing no sign of glee,
Reaching in my pocket grabbing me a light,
I turn & look at her filled with delight,
I toss my one rose only to be polite.
Copyright © Chelsea Hall | Year Posted 2010
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