Revenge is something that we always want when we’re defeated but there is nothing you can do when your wrist hurts.
i walk slowly back home
from the fight,
The fight i never had.
Frightened, frightened what
Everybody would say
at school, in the morning.
What a feeble excuse.
“my wrist hurts”.
After all I had said,
Had said I would do to him,
“my wrist hurts”
Now, now I have the strength,
The strength to hit him.
But when I face him,
Once more
“my wrist hurts”
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