The Fighter

The Fighter

By Sara Cooper

A glance,

A glare,

A cold hard stare.

That is all you make me feel.

You with your words like knives.

You who picks on the weaker man.

You might be able to knock me down.

Even with a single blow.

But nothing you do will break me.

I will stand back up.

I will not be defeated.

Why you ask?

Because I am a fighter.

And I will be victorious.