Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
I never asked to be your enemy
But still you drew the lines so I could tell.
I took my place, a bit defensively
And waited for the ringing of the bell.
You threw the first, the second, and the third.
I ducked and weaved, avoiding each new blow.
All while I thought you childish and absurd
For needing to come at me toe-to-toe.
And still, I did not aim to let you down.
A bully is a bully after all.
They do not learn from gaining upper ground.
So when I come across one I stand tall.
With class and wit I laid the blows to rest,
And walked away still laughing at your test.
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Author Notes
Don't think I'm so sweet people don't want to punch me in the face from time to time. lol. Seriously, there's a few times I really couldn't blame them. Still, I never go down easily, folks. lol.
***All references to physical violence here are purely figurative. Please do *not* send me hotline numbers for battered women, as I am not one. That being said, if you *are* a battered person, get out and get help. You deserve better!! ***
****Dedicated to my overly educated friend MercurySeven who taught me a girl can dream of writing Sonnets and then like...actually write one. Harder than I thought, actually. Harder than I thought...
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