When prey fight back, we don’t back down.
I refuse to be a toy any longer, I’ll take my crown.
But when you fight back after so long,
Its hard to resist the monster inside.
It fights to escape, to rain down justice
Only, it’s no longer justice but revenge
Its coming down hard, pelting their heads.
Creative,
Yet/ however driven by media content and drone….vs mentality
I loved your poem, I thought it inciteful, however I would have liked to know who’s heads it was. Keep writing it was great.
I liked your poem, it is raw and honest. I’d loved to read more ! I feel there could be more layers to it. Well do
I liked your poem, it is raw and honest. I’d loved to read more ! I feel there could be more layers to it. Well done.