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Words Instead of Violence | A Poem by Michael Marrotti

I was a fan
of violence.
A man of
no patience.
was met
with a fist.
My knuckles
were memorable
to those who
didn’t mind
their own business.
Lessons were learned
through the gift
of malice.
Those in need
of tutelage
Were awarded
it in blood.
The glory days
when I was
a teacher.
The cops
ruined that
I have a new title.
What choice
is left for a
two-time loser.
Here I am
Years later
Fists in my pockets
Expressing myself
through words
Freedom of jail
Instead of violence.


Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh using words instead of violence to mitigate the suffering of life in a callous world of redundancy. His primary goal is to help other people. He considers poetry to be a form of philanthropy. When he’s not writing, he’s volunteering at the Light Of Life homeless shelter on a weekly basis.

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