And though she gives me grape and gall
And grinds my neck with black jackboots,
this confession will I make,
I applaud this place that tests my fate.
As uneasy as this prepubescent heart,
dwelling in this amorphous hell,
here around her person
erects these walls of hate
to keep us in;
to block them others out,

Yet, as a bull fronts a matador
In defiance I stand,
In defiance I charge.
Here, in this place.
Here, in this blood drenched land
I wrest this soul from carnivorous fate.

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A little about me and poetry

This poem is my submission to the School Poetry 100 Day Challenge hosted by Hive account@d-pend, whom I would like to thank for sponsoring this competition. He is indeed a godsend. Though a bit dubious, I would consider myself an intermediate writer of poetry. My first love is prose, so if you get a feel of something other than verse in my poetry that is why. I use poems to assist me when I have writer’s block. This strategy, however, seems to be morphing into something more serious. At least I think so.

Thanks for reading.

Poem by: Hive account@nicholas83

Date: 6/5/18

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