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.
No matter the scorched earth my roots find a footing in.
With the strength of someone who has been shredded.
No matter the weight on my shoulders.
With a strength that understands the pain of each cut.
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.