Hey, I wrote
a poem couple
of months back &
my poem was
published in Quest Magazine Jul-Sept
issue. As i said
I love 2 write and
express myself. This
poem was about a rift
between me &
someone in which
at that point
of time I
guess she won. Not
because she was
right but because
she was sort
of a someone
and much older
than me so
it was my
word against hers.I kept
quiet because I guess I was being
rational and fighting back wasn’t
going 2 help. The
rest stood watch
as well.Can’t blame
them, you gotta watch
your back right? But
she got her
punishment somehow when
basically she had
a conflict with
someone. The difference was
she was playing
with fire. She cried. Can’t
say I felt
sorry for her. What
you give is
what you get
right?This is the
poem that I
wrote.
Mean
She stood there,
Staring at me,
With those killer eyes,
Little did I know,
I was to become her prey,
The next one on her list,
They say sticks will break my bones,
But words will never hurt me,
But her words knocked me hard enough,
To make me lose my balance.
Her white lies,shook me enough,
To make me topple.
But I was strong enough to get over it,
Cause I know evil never wins,
And that the tables will turn