They don’t accept you and I
They yell and scream and conive
But us they cannot break
For our souls never quake
We stand straight and tall
immune from it all
The hateful words they speak
Cause not even a creak
They may mock us alone
But the key we hold
Our armor they cannot pierce
With their arrows and puny spears
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Poems
PoetrySome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.
