Junior with Glasses

Feed the peaks with dire straits

On top of the lucid and breathing desires

Harshness will forge you, all that you are

Grinding you to simplicity

The blood that you gather comes from your jaw

Your body frantic, piecing itself together

But you're steady, and dizzy, falling apart

Tightening fists

You may be so timid and scared to connect

From face to long arm, feeding your grit

The impact will refresh you for now and for all

As you toss another knuckle

You're learning, like others

Who need space to gasp for themselves

They're human, you're human

And all of you are getting older

So you fight, or you simulate

With a brush of the skin and a bump

Or a headbutt, an uppercut, a word

That signals the end of the lesson.

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