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The boxer has so much rage Pacing to and fro in within the safety of a cage She is bright, mighty and powerful on the stage Where all wild inclinations can be un-caged Her brain burns violent red Her anger originates from her head In the grasp of aimlessness she lay in her bed In the grasp of torture she wishes to have her pain bled Maybe if she could see pain in her opponents eyes She would understand why We all have this inclination to fight Why we become ruthless and inhumane through the darkness of our life If she caused someone else to bleed Maybe she could conceive the victory With her punches--In making someone small With her kicks--In making someone fall Being kicked down, beat, and unwanted Is all she ever knew from birth to now She just needed to understand her existence somehow Picking fights on the street isn't allowed So she chose to fight an opponent for a crowd.
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
The Boxer
The boxer has so much rage Pacing to and fro in within the safety of a cage She is bright, mighty and powerful on the stage Where all wild inclinations can be un-caged Her brain burns violent red Her anger originates from her head In the grasp of aimlessness she lay in her bed In the grasp of torture she wishes to have her pain bled Maybe if she could see pain in her opponents eyes She would understand why We all have this inclination to fight Why we become ruthless and inhumane through the darkness of our life If she caused someone else to bleed Maybe she could conceive the victory With her punches--In making someone small With her kicks--In making someone fall Being kicked down, beat, and unwanted Is all she ever knew from birth to now She just needed to understand her existence somehow Picking fights on the street isn't allowed So she chose to fight an opponent for a crowd.
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
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