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Strength


 

Drip, drip, drip,

heavy droplets shaped like tears flow down his cheeks

Having no one to call for help, he holds himself

Falling more than once, he doesn’t let them keep him down

On his feet 24/7, he guards his cubs like a lioness.

He runs his kingdom with pride and shame.

Chewing faster than he can talk,

never has he said no to a helpless flock.

Everywhere you go you hear his name,

haters and lovers always got game.

Even when they shoot him down, he shows no pain.

He gets back up holding his paw high,

knowing God is by his side

“I am me, and no one but God can judge me”.

Fighting through all this strife,

this man today is why I fight to be successful in life.



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Tekoah-Mikneiah
<p>This poem goes out to the man who helped me get this far in life</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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