Cut me if you wish
Blood may drip
But I’ll only get up to wash it.
Grip my shirt till it starts to rip
I’ll just grab a needle and thread.
Say what you want
My skin is made to be treaded.
I may look gaunt,
But my heart is guarded by brick
And good luck finding a chisel In this day and age
Where it takes more than a prick
To break my blockade.
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Author:
Kebiin (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I hope that this message gives you out there courage if you have been looking for a new perspective; prayers and hopes go out to all, and support is all around you.
- Category: Reflection
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HI KEBIIN - Are you from SALEM MASS or OREGON ? Loved your poem and the message it brings ! In the 21st C if we stand up for God and Christianity we are open tp persecution - Cutting - Ripping - Stoning - Its all in the BIBLE and we really are in the last days ! Thanks for caring and sharing - BRIAN
Thanks, and yeah I live in Oregon, and I am a firm believer in standing for my faith whether it's rocks or knives or bullets.
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