THE PRIZEFIGHT

THE PRIZEFIGHT

By Farah Lawal Harris, 2024

I balled my fists up and assumed a fighting stance.

i couldn’t see his hands.

i skipped around the ring to look menacing.

He appeared to do nothing.

i shouted insults, a list of all the things that were his fault.

The bell dinged and it was time for the brutal assault.

I swung and swung until my shoulders burned

and the taste of copper crept on my tongue.

“How could you do me wrong? Our love was a beautiful song!” I cried.

I cried and cried some more.

He picked me up and hugged me,

slid the red gloves off my red palms,

then whispered to me once I was calm:

“The fact that you were fighting

means you still believe.”

The bell dings.

Unanimous decision in favor of me.

Victory!

Farah Lawal Harris

Farah Lawal Harris is an artist and breast cancer survivor who inspires people to overcome obstacles and be well. Through vulnerable storytelling, writing, and theatre, Farah makes people feel less alone and more able to tap into their personal power to be their best, creative selves.

https://www.farahlawalharris.com
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