Super Duper Poetry Vol. 1 February 2015 | 页面 16

Coliseum

Fighting
 the
 good
 fight.

It
 was
 what
 I
 was
 taught

growing
 up

in
 the
 suburbs.

They
 wanted
 a
 picket
 fence

they
 got
 one.

But
 it
 is
 where
 I
 raise

my
 army.

Where
 I
 hang
 my
 armor

on
 the
 clothesline.

I
 am
 a
 good
 fighter

and
 one
 day

they
 will
 all
 know.

By
 Sarah
 K.
 Miller

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