Broad-shouldered beasts
Against a downtrodden me
In pride, bear their teeth
Blinding my tenacity
Slouching, I come to greet
In worn shoes from dragged feet
With a sigh, I take my seat
The pen my weapon, these words my feat
You have no idea what it took to lay these words for all to see…
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