By jenn (jennzoo@hotmail.com)
Date: 20 January 1999

fists

With every blow to my back
you pounded me further
and further into
myself.
You pummeled me
with your words
and your fists.
I was bruised
and weary to the bone,
but I have strength of heart,
and a determined mind.
The only way to defeat you
was to leave you.
I took what dignity 
I had left,
and whatever I could carry,
and made my escape.
Now I see that I grow
more every day,and,
strangely,
feel the need to
thank you
for making me strong.
If you had never taught me
how to fight back,
I would still be
a punching bag.