Grit
I’ve been taught many times the power of grit
To hold my ground and never quit
The weight of the world killing me
Trying to force me to agree
But all around me
Men are dying, women crying
I look away, I must keep trying
Fortifying, Death defying
Until my life seems satisfying
And as the storm pressures me to quit
I stand tall, feet planted, and grit
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