Tough as a bamboo infestation

I am durable.

Someone who survives a storm, bearing the brunt of things with neutrality.

I am tough.

Strong as the flexibility of material meant to bend but not break.

I grow.

No matter the scorched earth my roots find a footing in.

I laugh.

With the strength of someone who has been shredded.

I stand.

No matter the weight on my shoulders.

I shatter.

With a strength that understands the pain of each cut.

I bend.

Knowing how to meet the eyes of all who understand hate.

I stick my neck out.

Because I will break before I see a system make another bend too far.

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