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Punching Bag
Abusive punches fall like rain,
never stopping or letting up.
I ache.
One after another they take
their turn assailing me with fists.
I hurt.
My silence taken for consent,
this is not the life I would choose.
I yearn.
Blows send me sprawling to the floor,
but I bounce back up, defiant.
I stand.
Let’s see them try and keep me down,
I refuse to yield to their strikes.
I’m proud.
You can’t hurt that which cannot feel,
I’m numb to your constant abuse.
I win.
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The punching bag was built to hit,
but does that mean it does not feel?
It does.
The victims of abuse may not
have a voice to raise in protest.
They count.
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24 lines / 119 words
Form: Synchronicity 
Prompt:
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Originally written for "Invalid Item" and "I Write in 2018" .
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