This day

I give in

In a non-exhibitive way

with my "bitch face"

Sharp like an arrow

And I hand in

A resume

of years of resistance

Carve that smile, toothless

I leave the post office

And the financial aid

And the court

And the committee

And the judge

And the facts and figures

All with a bloody trace of wishful bravery

With a grudge

Shoot me while I pass the wall

of my own dreams

'Coz on the other side

I will be collecting scores

As all wished