you thought
you could break me easily
but sticks and stones
don't break these bones
and your words cannot either
you thought
i would crumble eventually
weighed down by this pain
but i am stronger
than the weakling you made me become
you thought
you would win this war
that your men would kill mine
but your bullets won't break me
they ricochet off
my warriors' steel shields
but i knew i would win
because in the end,
after battle and battle
war and war
death and death
i will still be here
clinging onto my life
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Poetrythe space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
