Point Hit

1 point

2 point

3 point

4

It was then

I realized I would play

no more

I won't let you hiit me 

Kick me

Curse me

Spit on me.

I will no longer give you

the power

To control me.

my life

my emotion

I will no longer let you

take my

choice. I count the hits

as points

1 point

2 point

3 point

4

I reach up throught he pain.

Latch to your arm

Your face. So surprised

Out of the corner of my eye,

I see my fist rising.

smashes into your face.

You crumble. Unconcious

I walk away, shaking my fist out

I can hear triumphant music.

Golden lights surround me as I 

smile