The girl hits good for a 5 foot 2
120 pound mountain of attitude
Her friends asked if she learned from a dude
But she smirked and said her Aunt Mary and her wife Aunt Jude

The girl liked the way it made ripples in skin
How a punch could change a person’s complexion
From a pale white to black and blue.

Her boyfriend was a different color every day
Blue in the eye and purple in the ribs
People thought he liked it that way
But they didn’t know how he truly lived

The girl used her jab as her excuse for coming home late
Her right hook to why she hooked up with his best mate
Her uppercut meant she didn’t want to take out the trash
And her straight meant she wanted some extra cash

He gave her what she wanted because all he could see
Was an angel who barely met 5 foot 3
And it’s not like he could ever talk back
Her left hook always dealt with that.

I smile
and laugh
to hide
those
sadness
I feel
inside.

I’ve toyed with fight or flight,
Had it freeze me in a nitrogen bath.
At the very innocuous sight of a face.
But the face just denoted
The crushing fear, that swallows me whole.
So I’m a runner and
I’ll hide in anything, including a frozen mind.
If I could I’d fight
One of these days I will fight.
But, battles of the self, need to be chosen carefully.
So I’ll just keep toying with flight
Until I’m sure that fight won’t end me

"You'll be fine," They told me.
"It'll be okay," They said.
But did they hear the words they called me?
Did they hear the things they said?

Have they lived a life of torture?
Perhaps they've felt deranged?
Have they gone and hid in the corner
wanting desperately to change?

I wonder how we all have Known Strangers
We don't accept when people insist
But frankly, they do exist
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

They once stood at your side
Now, They lie and hide
Even though they confide and cried
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

All the thoughts of how'd they betray
All the happiness they took away
All the pain we suffer every day
All the crying they gonna repay
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

Our pride may want them dead
But then a lot of things will be left unsaid.
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

You can be the most powerful person on Earth,
A clown full of mirth,
Most knowledgeable,
A Pope,a priest,a guru or in any field able.
You can build bombs and bullet proof bunkers, houses , cars,
And  hide behind heavy bars,
Deep underground or under the seas
You cannot escape death despite
all your pleas.
What is ordained so it shall be dear,
On the day, date and time the Angel of Death will be there,have no fear.
Go in Peace!
You come with nothing,you depart with nothing,
In between you can amass everything.