Tuesday, April 9, 2013

I'M A POET AND I KNOW IT #3


To always be
Falling to your knees
Under pressure
In front of a aggressor
Is not a favorable trait
It makes
you easy to break
You are a tree
Move easily by a river
Chose to flee
As your skin quivers
You need to be a rock
Solid, Unable to be knock
Out of place by a simple flock
So hear these words
Even though they might be slurs
With every blow
Pieces chip off
With every low
you can choose to ignore the mocks
You are a rock
Hard and strong
And you are not
Far from being wrong

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