All I have left is my pride.
But a shield, yet a buoy.
Keeps me afloat against vice,
Against your spite that annoy.
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They say I walk on water.
True story just like Jesus.
I go through huddles faster,
Walk even when my feet hurt,
...
It's a good day?
I must have missed that.
For a man lays dead;
A fight fought in health..
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She stands steady yet tall,
Steel pride a suit she wears.
Smile bright amid tears' fall.
A lady queen in earth's entire.
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I only kiss her when she is crying.
Tears dripping, my lips ever salty.
I let our hearts beat in sync; rapid.
Our pulse raced, we pant daily.
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Pride!
All I have left is my pride.
But a shield, yet a buoy.
Keeps me afloat against vice,
Against your spite that annoy.
My pride; a protective pride,
Affords me dignity's joy-
When you want to stomp my might,
When you want to stop my force.
It is my pride that clears my sight.
Thus leave me to my proud course.
Lest you feel my wrath ever fierce.
My pride, the only dignity I know.
Only wall between trodden tears;
The defender of weak, helpless souls,
Those looking upon the rich with fear.
Pride; the bold titanium shield of sorts.
Blocking the piercing stares and jeers.
Unseen strength that can't be stopped.
Can't be broken; is my pride here.