This is about something which happened in science- which yes, I'm still angry about.
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How dare you lay a finger on me,
How dare you pretend to punch my face,
I wonder what you would've done,
If I'd applied that little bit more pressure, what would be the case?
If I'd twisted your arm that little bit harder,
Because don't you know how it hurts?
When you shoved me into that desk evil boy,
I almost went berserk.
And still you laughed and shoved me again,
Pretended to punch me, to hit,
But I fought back- didn't expect it?
I twisted your arm from the wrist.
How dare you ever try to harm me,
How DARE you try something like that,
How dare you lay a finger on me,
If you do that again, watch your back.
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I Don't Think You Know
PoetryThis poetry book is about friendships past and present (mainly past). You don't have to relate, but I hope you do. You don't have to like it, but I hope you do. Thank you for taking the time to read any of these poems, it means a lot to me.
