And All You'll Have Are Bruised Knuckles

My brother wants me to learn Martial Arts with him

he says I can do it-


"It's about what you're willing to do to someone

It's an art form, about honor and loyalty

It's about being centered

It's about having power over your mind

It's just like everything else Ms.Hart taught us

It's about knowing yourself-"


And although I should be hung up on questions of strength

I'm most worried about not knowing myself

because I do not feel one with my soul as I used to be

I don't know if I know myself anymore


She and I drifted apart

and that scares me more

than any potential enemy blackening my eyes


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