your judging eyes fall like dust at feet
my shoes of freedom tread
shower me with hateful speech
my umbrella strong held over head
your actions soar like pointed darts
thrown carelessly into night
my barrier of steel and brawn
holds strong, firm and right
your thoughts have pierced the side of soul
warm blood drips down the shank
your hands and fingers strewn with splinters
from the tussle with your plank
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