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By courtney Date: 2002 Jan 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.02.19.38.5879]] |
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He taught me how to cry With the size of his fist, And the strength of his words Pushed down and beaten By the hatred in those eyes... His eyes, That were once my freedom Cast over by something stronger Than the size of my tears On a face that was a cry for help. The bruises fade, But the thought beats The same rhythm of my heart. When flinches come in place Of smiles And eyes sting from sights Locked behind them... The strength of a woman Can be bruised but never broken, Can be tarnished but never torn, She may live to tell , But will never forget. |