The "Good Fight"

I wear my heart on my sleeve so I have blood on my cuff..wondring the streets so I often get bumped and sometimes my heart gets crushed...year by year I walk the streets getting bumped.. I get battered and bruised the pain comes and goes until I cry black tears wrapped in sadness...but do I wipe them...NO!... I wount hide behind walls built by heartache and sadness..I wear my tears as bages of honor..because I am a General in this war on love and happiness...I will not retreat and I refuse 2 be a casualty...I stand at attention while others wave their white flags...I will stay in this fight I refuse 2 lose and before I give up I will die Fighting this war...... by Salahudin H. Nemley