as a child
i stood on
a stool
in the kitchen
and i preached
to
my family
until they tired
when i went to school
i could read
and soon they
called me Hemingway
but they couldn't
say it
so they got annoyed
and they beat me.
the leader
and his helpers.
i called them
many things
and i kept on
saying what i thought
however much
i was beaten
truth was more
important
to me
than suffering
when i was fourteen
i learnt some judo
from a kind
japanese man in my home
and next time
i did a nice one
over the shoulder,
the leader fell
flat to all the class
the followers
lost belief
and i
stayed in peace
ever since
is there
a judo
for my heart?
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