And I have been fighting,
I have been fighting since
I knew I had to fight.
Since I knew what it was.
I was fighting against the smoke
that blew its way
out of my brother's lungs
in the middle of the night
when he thought i was asleep.
I was fighting against my father's uncontrollable anger,
and hands that roamed my body
when I didn't want them to.
I was fighting against my friends darkness
and my own.
But I never once,
had to fight you.