This poem is dedicated to DuckiePray as it was inspired by a recent chapter in her latest fic Watchmen. If you have not read it, I highly recommend it and its predecessors as well.
Today I was a woman.
I screamed at him and ran.
No thanks on my lips.
Just fear in my eyes.
He pounds his frustration away.
Yesterday, I was the Foot ninja who got a strike in.
I was the reason for the bandage on Donatello's leg.
I could not fade into the shadows this time.
And he struck me down with each blow.
This morning I was Bishop.
Michelangelo had a nightmare about me.
I could not squirm or slip from his grasp this time.
No more nightmares for younger brothers.
I am patched.
I am faded.
I have seen many battles.
I have lost each one.
I have died more times than I can count.
I am each enemy.
I am a sparring partner.
I am an outlet.
I stand ready in the dojo.
To face my opponent.
And I wonder which face I will wear.
He walks in.
Today I am Hun...
If you haven't guessed yet, this poem is written from the point of view of Raphael's punching bag.
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