They have fists,
That tear skin,
But they never take,
A fight they can't win.They have words,
Sharp as swords.
That they throw around,
Without a care.They hurt, abuse,
And use every chance,
To beat you into the ground.
Make you feel worthless.But they may fight everyday,
But you take everything without saying.
They aren't anything to you,
You are stronger.What you give,
Doesn't define strength,
It's what you take,
And push through.And the people that hate,
Can be defeated,
By endurance and the fight,
Of someone stronger.
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Across My Mind
PoetrySpontaneous poems I think of or that cross my mind. For me to share and yours to read.