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Communicating Fists (Poem)

We fought with our hands,

We didn’t know another way to communicate,

We communicated with our hands,

Until I stopped using my hands to communicate,

There were times when we stopped communicating because we only knew how to use our hands.

 

We’re older now,

I still dislike physical fights,

Yet we aren’t closer now,

We got closer with our physical fights,

I prefer the way that it is now.

 

I won’t choose a physical fight even if means that’s the only way to communicate,

I don’t need to speak to anyone who only wants to fight,

I rather sit and communicate,

I’ll walk away from a fight,

After all, a better solution is found when we sit and communicate.

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