There's blood dripping from my lip <br />and salty, viscous red liquid in my mouth. <br /> <br />I'm still in shock so I don't yet feel the pain. <br /> <br />And I start laughing. At least I think I'm laughing, <br />as I turn my head back to view my assailant. <br /> <br />There he stands. <br /> <br />The stranger. <br /> <br />Lean and muscular, fist at the ready for <br />my response of violence. <br /> <br />All I can do is laugh <br />and <br />he mistakenly thinks <br />it's him <br />I'm laughing at. <br /> <br />He continues to pummel <br />me until I'm unconscious.<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/response-of-violence/
