The Brawl By Khaliq Dozier
I was minding my business, Only to be approached, by a man, about 6’0”, angry at me for nothing. I feel myself about to crack, stop this bickering. They’re larger than me, but I could care less and prepare. I looked him in the eye, and then we fought. My adrenaline is rushing like a waterfall, Throwing punches like bullets, dodging the haymakers. They’re not intimidating much. When I’m mad I see them as small, in my anger. And after, guilty feelings. With a side of regret and embarrassment. But before this, it was peace, just cooling and relaxing. Pushed to a limit, I’ll defend myself. I wouldn’t hurt a fly, not anybody actually. But if pushed, I Might
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