ight, left right.
Time to rage
Time to fight
Left hook, duck and hold.
Until your rage
Righteous, doth unfold
Right hook, cross and swing.
Don’t listen to them
No not a thing
Duck, duck, uppercut.
Through the wreckage
And through the glut
Right, left, jab, jab.
Every word a cut
Every glance a stab
Hook, cross, love, hate.
You’ve been broken
It’s no debate
Uppercut, jab, right right.
But don’t they see
It makes you fight?
Cross, duck, duck cross.
You’re hands are bleeding,
But pain’s no loss
Left, left, duck, down.
Every strike hurts more
But you’ll still pound
Right, left, right, right.
Your fingers ache
And your muscles, tight
Final punch, knockout blow
And though your body is hurting so
And your mind’s a warzone
And all your bombs have blown,
Though self-hatred bubbles between your bones,
and though they strike you with these stones,
and though the sorrow black and tarry,
Clouds a vision that once was starry,
And though it pulls energy from your back
and sneers when it hears your knuckles crack —
Yes, though it seeks to consume your heart,
and though yes, it has taken some part,
You will rage, yes, rage against
The injustices that they dispensed
Against the hatred you feel clearer
Every time you glance in a mirror.
Yes, you will rage, rage for those
Whose empathy already froze
Who seek to rend and tear you apart,
Who make it into an act of art
To rearrange your broken pieces,
So this torment never ceases.
Yes, see now how you ever rage,
You will never stay inside this cage.
For your anger and bloody hands
Refuse all of their hateful demands.
Right, left, right, hook.
You’ll never get back what they took.
Jab, left, jab, knee.
But this is what they better see.
Left, hook, strike in major.
You’re a mother fucking force of nature.
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