The reed

I look tiny and frail so they think

if they push me firmly enough

I would fall

and lie down on the concrete

my bloody knees,

the scratches on my elbows

Until I die

Until I die

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They think that they can

walk on my dead body

while saying sorry

But I’m not there

I’m not on the floor

I am near the pond

my feet in the damp soil

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I’m not an oak

I am a reed

No matter how fast the wind is blowing

how hard they’re breathing

and keep hammering away

they can’t break me

they can’t shatter me

because I will bend

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I am a reed

I am a reed

Don’t you worry

mommy