I Chose to Fight
He tossed
I lost.
This happened again
I was drained
Along with, shamed...
Sweet innocence was drowned
Never to be found
Leaving bitterness to hound
With hollowness to surround.
Till I chose to fight
Resuscitated wings took a flight
Flying to the winning heights
And never losing a sight
Of what are my rights.
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