It Is In The Blood

It is normal for boys to fight, mother. I grew up fighting have you not remembered. At primary three i sent a caucasian dude to the hospital because he was bleeding so bad at the head. You made me move to another school for fear of my conduct deterioriating. Stop adding to my injuries each time i came home bruised and battered. Your reprimandings were more painful and unbearable compared to all my scars combined. Be thankful that i had not thrown a single punch in school and you were not called up to the office this year. Leave me alone. I know how to take care of myself. Pain is temporary pride is forever. Father told me that before he left.