i write in pen so fucks like you 

can’t even try to erase it.

shut up while i’m talking to you!

you see my mouth move

so close yours.

yeah, you can scribble my words out

but my mark has been written in the air.

now you hear me

but you aren’t listening. 

can’t you see me screaming?

shut up when i’m talking.

listen.

i am belittled by you no more.

my hands were made to write over your pitiful excuse of a brain

and etch some respect on it during the process.

i am made of fortitude

i fight with a far more harmful weapon than violence

my weapon is no knife

but it will cut you into a million pieces