no more drama

as a matter of fact, I think I am pretty strong,
even when I cry
I can cry really hard and sincerely,
and then wipe my face, get up and walk.
With my head lifted high because there is nothing to be ashamed of
I want to learn to kick ass.
Karate kicks, half flip, elbow spin, hook kick,
or dangling the sticks. Whatever
I can also fuck the boards up with my hands,
or bricks with my forehead,
I am not really all that picky
I only want to vent all the inner energy I have,
that carries through me
Last night I vented all the sadness out,
came home in the morning
Passing bare-foot girls on the sidewalk,
with shoes in their hands
You know, I kinda like the city.
Because, well, why not??