Ok so before you read this, things are not NEARLY this bad in my life but i know people who's lives really are like this. If you're reading this and your life is like this or you know someone who's is, this poem is dedicated to all of you. Stay strong, things will get better.
The match is about to start
I sit in my corner
My mom is doing her part
I put on my gloves
I stare at her face
I can see it in her eyes
She knows this isn't my place
Staring across the mat
I can see my sister now
Dad's telling her all the moves
Her head's hung in a bow
We don't want this fight
We're not the ones who started it
But we know we have no choice
We were born a part of it
DING DING
The starting bell has rung
We both get up slowly
At our sides our arms are hung
We throw a couple punches
But never meant to harm
We dance around each other
With our undying charm
I just can't do this
And I know she feels the same
Then "DING" the round ends
What are the rules to this game?
We retreat to our corners
And listen to the coach
"This is no team" I say
"And i refuse to approach"
Thats when it happens
The coaches confrontation
They walk out to the mat
Without any appreciation
I turn to my sister
And she looks back at me
This is what we've been waiting for
Will we finally be let free?!
But then we realize what we started
This is never gonna end
We'll hear this fighting forever
And we know we can't pretend
Things won't be the same
Maybe not for a while
But at least its not our battle
And we won't live in denial
-Autumn Light
