Fighting Love

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When I was younger

I was unable to

To navigate

All of the hate

Which translates

That I was in no

Position to reciprocate

And would retaliate

And wage war against

Anyone who tried

To love me and scale

My walls

All in an effort to

Have my defenses

Fall

Accumulated a lot

Of casualties

As being loved

Or giving love

Was never a priority

So reciprocity

Was strange and foreign

Whose origin I could

Only trace back to

Self-hate and loathing

That just took over me

Years of tears and fears

Haven’t disappeared

I be dam(n)

Here I am as the

Waters won’t recede

Because I have reenforced

The levees in me

Because the need to bleed

Is indeed not a farce

Yet, no fire no spark

Where do I start?

Maybe a transplant

For my heart?

A pacemaker?

A defibrillator?

Will that keep me

From falling apart?

And because I am

A hart, my heart

Is a target

Because it is

Gentle and kind

As

Random strangers

Commit crimes

Against my souls

The bullet holes

Are plenty, therefore

I have to do what

I can to protect me

See,

There is no safety net

In the city or country

Love is hunting me

Now the hunter is

The hunted

There will be more

Bloodshed

Until we are both

Dead?

Until then

The sea in me

Will remain red

As I pledge to

Keep on fighting love

Rico D'Sean Knox III 040010002023©

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[Chris Shaw]

A very honest write. What youngsters can navigate hate? I felt the walls being built higher and higher here. Difficult for them to be broken down and to learn to trust later in life. Some can do it, some can’t. I sense an ongoing struggle fighting love. I enjoyed your words and how they were conveyed. Thank you. Have a good day.

Chris

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

thanks for the insight on this....it is appreciated

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

It is a battle we often lose and seldom win in little victories. Love is just life in evolution. The further we push it away the closer it gets. And the closer it is the more distant it becomes. Love is the choice both good and bad we make in its pursuit and resistance. A good poem that speaks to its turmoil within us.

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

thanks for your review it is appreciated