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Oct 2018
Pain, my ear is bleeding
A former friend lays broken
My purple knuckles swelling
Destroying some is never elegant  

The rush, it tingles
Blood is pumping loud
I can feel the cold lifted
Feelings at last.

Feeling don't last
I'm drowning to deep
You can fight to change your status
To gain respect

There are some things you cant fight
Try all that you might
You want to kick something
It doesn't help

If only I could fight
I would fight
I would fight to my last breath
I would fight until I am dead

till my fists are nothing but mangled pieces
Screaming a battle cry, my voice goes out
Marching onwards feet ****** stubs
Body giving up only my brain is still on

Every last fiber of me would fight
And rip it to pieces.
I would even **** death
So I could keep fighting

But I can not fight
No matter how strong
This battle is losing
I can only watch

You can't fight the tears
You can't fight the years
Your feelings won't stop
Neither will your pain

So stop fighting
Stop trying
Stop holding on
Nothing you do will change this, so let it go.
I have hurt people in the past in fist fights. I have learned and lived to regret it and I am deeply sorry. I have made what a amends I can and that is it. When you grow up in a bad place fighting becomes one of the only ways to release some of your frustrations for your situation. I don't support fist fighting though and if any of you have had to fight at some point in your life I am deeply sorry. Please note that this poem is about letting go of fighting and learning how to grieve and overcome pain in a healthy way.
Imanuel Baca
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