The Fighter
I have fought bare knuckled brawls
with bruises secreted away
from every pitying, bless-your-heart eyes
because I don't want to taste the insincere concern
dripping like acid from their tongue
I’m proud for every punch I gave back
for always rising when they knocked me down
for waking when they knocked me out.
And I cherish every defining scar
that encapsulates my beauty.
that encapsulates my beauty.
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