push me down into the dirt
I can take the fall
I can take the hurt
kick me with my head bowed low
I can take the beating
I can take the blow
punch me ill still stay tuff
I can take your punches
I can take this kind of stuff
you think that ill break
you think that ill scream
but I will stay strong
no matter how weak I seem
because
I will die
before you force me to cry
and I will stay broken and hurt
if it keeps my brother
out of the dirt
I can take your hits
with my head bowed low
I can take every beating
I can take every blow
I can take every punch you throw at me
because I know
one day I will be set free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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