Anti / Violent
by Makenna Sutter-Robinson
I am anti violence but I punched the dashboard
Of the car on Friday
But it’s Tuesday and I am anti violence
My boyfriend is training to fight in Afghanistan but he is anti
Violence too. Once I broke my nail
Straight in two down the middle a clean
Sever His mom once slapped him
Too tight of a shirt Someone could think he’s gay
She said it isn’t violence If she only uses her hands
These small hands? Can you not take these small hands?
I’ve only ever used a shotgun on clay pigeons
In the fourth grade my hands were small but not
Too small to hold a shotgun and shoot
But the smallness and the gun
Didn’t choose to be this small
To be this gun
Once I fought a man in my head
Took his eyes straight out it wasn’t even bloody
My mom reminded me I’m anti violence
When I told her about the dream
My boyfriend said she’s right you’re anti
Violence But I kept the man’s eyes
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