Preschool and Bruises

It was stupid
to this day I don't know why
Don't remember how
or why

We were angry
we were four
him against me

CJ was the only one to try and stop us
The parent didn't see
or maybe they were afraid to stop us

Punches thrown
insults left unspoken
as we beat each other to a pulp

I was down 1..2..3...4
He was down
breath knocked out
bruises born

CJ trying to separate us
to pull us off each other

funny I was always an ass to him
I though later
he was mentally disabled and I didn't get it.

1...2...3...4
on the ground
rolling round

I learned something important
ignore the pain no matter what and fight back
Silly this a four year old shouldn't learn

it seemed to go on and on
one of us would try to run
the other would chase

It must have been fifteen minutes
before we were to winded
and a parent pulled us apart

our eyes meet and we glared
he came off worse
a black eye
and a badly bruised arm

we were separated
and I began to cry
my parent didn't punish me at first
just held me

because it was my first real fight
and It's would stick out in my memory forever
like an unhealed bruise