The Fight

Remember dreading the schoolbell

It always rang right at three

A kid was waiting to beat you up

You had to vomit, you had to pee

Sneaking out of a side door

You ran till you were out of sight

But you had to go back tomorrow

And face being scared to fight

They taunted and they teased

Until you couldn't take anymore

You punched the kid in the nose

And he fell flat on the floor

Some blood was on your knuckles

For an instant you felt proud

Then standing right behind you

Was the teacher and a crowd

Marched to the principles office

To confess what you had done

When he called your mom and dad

You knew the fight wasn't won

Slowely you dragged your feet home

Knowing you were already dead

You finally stuck up for yourself

But you got punished instead

©S. Austin Vincoski