Life

You are a
stubborn bitch
a psycopathic clown that
chortles at one’s demise
a cheap prostitute that
refuses to give what was
paid for
a thug that breaks ribs
for a few
pennies.

But I fight
like hell
and every time you
leave me bloody,
broken and
hopeless,
I rise again
you see, my spirit
may be broken,
but my legs
function
well.

Adrenaline
lets mothers
lift cars off
their babies
but Anger
allows men to
stand up
to life.