I am bent,
I am broken,
I am torn,
I am shattered,
I have been killed over and over again.

With beatings,
With bruisings,
With stabbings,
With shootings,
I have been killed over and over again.

By words,
By fist,
By voices of my enemies,
By pain in my own wrist,
I have been killed over and over again.

But,

Through stamina,
Through will,
Through choice,
Through force,
I remain standing over and over again.

It has become clear,
The only way I can fall,
Is to be hit with something stronger,
Over and over again.

Stronger than being beaten with words,
Stronger than being bruised by fists,
Stronger than being stabbed by voices of my enemies,
Stronger than the shooting pain in my own wrists.

And even then,
I may not fall.