Who am I?

Strong.

Wise words my mother once spoke,

grind in my ears until i am forced to become what she told me.

Strong. 

I fall? Get back up,

there is no room for me to lay on the ground.

Strong.

Cry, but never in front of what broke my heart,

That boy didnt deserve me anyway. 

Strong.

For the others who don't understand the meaning of the word,

I must stand for them when their knees are weak. 

Strong.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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