I am neither a coward
Nor a warrior queen
But when pushed against the wall
Will bare a side not seen.
Many have hurled bricks
At my really sensitive skin
Some have been strangers
And some have been my kin
But my shoulders, over the years
Have learnt to bear the brunt
So even when I am trembling
I put up a brave front
I build castles from the bricks
That people throw at me
My tolerance is my strength
And forgiveness is my key
So do not test my patience
Or think that I am meek
For I may seem frail
But by no means am I weak.