(“Not Broken” – Sarah Ross – no lyrics of video available but bases for the poem).
You hit me with iron fists, no time to pause;
You hit me hard, but I’ve wicked claws.
Keep firing the bullets but my heart’s ice,
Teflone protects from apathetic spite.
Try to flee, escape being so involved.
Your rafts near the edge, your facing the falls.
I’m here still, wrapped safely in healing gauze,
Bandaged wounds, not broken yet but so appalled.
You’re a fake, soulless, not a person, symbolic —
Of times that ache you snidely taunted, grinned,
Thinking you’ve shattered me but I’ve broad wings,
I’m not afraid though shots ring and fists swing.
I punch hard, I’ve come this far, I’m not broken.
So laugh — guffaw, fist’s raw, first shot’s token.
My knuckles are torn and eyes narrowed slits,
You aim low, for you I’m not nostalgic.
You give and you take, pain you’ll not revoke,
I smiled told you once more — I’m still not broken.
Brass knuckles glint in daylight’s warmth,
Think the light fools me? Im trained well to swarm.
Push back tough kick against ominious storm,
I won’t drown, I swim, even when life’s deformed.
You hit me hard, I’ve come so far, not joking,
Words flying fast shouting, “I’m not broken.”
Rain pours strong, the river’s harsh pull has might;
Life’s a struggle, I’ve swam this far, I’m feisty.
You hit me hard, I’ll hit back; swollen lips,
Fists raised, not broken since our final kiss.
You’ll not shake my wings in flight, or tear them,
My feathers eagles gifted, they won’t rend.
When they’re ruffled, mussed, my wings hold on strong,
Natural elegance never broken long.
You struck me hard, watched me fall, gave bruises,
In the end, you’re the dunce who is confused.
I’ve come this far, I’ve the light of lights,
His candle guiding me now as I write.
I’d fight physically but words have more bite —
I’m not broken, words all true, my respite.
You try to force your rule, your edicts fire lights.
I’m not broken, when I must I’ll fight.
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