All the colors of rainbow
you find on your skin
Bloody red, stormy blue, sick yellow
moldy green
Bleeding scratches you can cope with too
tiger´s nail marks creasing intact surface
And you carry your bruises with pride
because men aren´t weak
What kind of man would get beaten up?
You stick with those marks in secret
and that shame
You won´t cry
Because it´s not whacks that hurt
but that face
What kind of man would complain about this?
Men aren´t weak
I just got the idea from my fairytaleworld but it didn´t work out as nicely as I though it would have. I should have written it right away, not after a week from getting the idea. well. here it is, couldn´t resist posting it.
I like the idea, it's not your best piece but the first stanza is very nice. Oh and I think you should change "proud" to "pride" in the second stanza, not to be a killjoy haha.
ReplyDeleteNever resist posting, me has a lovely time reading =)
okay, I´ll fix it ;)
ReplyDeleteI think that I´ll rewrite this when it´s old enough :D the idea I had was way much better than this.
For the record, the original Finnish version kicks ass.
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