It was a beautiful day
A day with leftovers
Of last night’s anger
Everyone bypassing looked
But could not look, so they looked in awe
With disgust in their strides
I sat and cried
With swollen lips, and bleeding head
That day everyone was surprised
Men could bite dogs too.
Yet that day was not the first,
For a man to bite a dog
That day was not the first
For my wife to abuse me physically
Today’s bite hasn’t been my first bite
I have just been doing
What I was taught to be-
Strong (a man).
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