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Should’ve Held Back
A poem about love and regret
He said, “I’ll fight your boyfriend,”
with a smirk and deep voice
His attitude made my hands clench.
In saying those words, he made me a bad choice.
I said, “I’ll fight you back,”
to my love he wanted to raise his hand
but he didn’t like the taste of his medicine
so he sunk down to less than a man.
He got out of his seat and looked me dead in the eye
Pacing back and forth around the room
About how “I wouldn’t do anything,”
I rolled my eyes at how he did assume.
His mouth never let up
Those repeating words making my blood boil
My hands shook and my mind raced
His pacing movements made me roil.
So, I let my emotions free from their reigns
When it would’ve been better to hold them back
His wrist sets down right before me
Next thing you know there’s a tiny smack.
His eyes get large; his mouth opens wide
Screaming “Self-defense!” for the whole class to hear
His…
