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I Cannot be Broken

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Published: Mar 10, 2015

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Literature Text

I stand up tall
After every fall,
Get back on my feet
Whenever I’m beat.

I dare anyone to try
To make me kneel and cry.
Nothing can hold me down,
In the end I’ll bear the crown.

Punch me or kick,
Play a dirty trick,
Curse me, cross the line,
Try ‘em all, I’ll end up fine!

You can’t make me give in,
My strength radiates within;
Unshakable and firm,
With fortitude it burns.

From threats of any size,
Before however many eyes,
With fists, speech, or pen,
I won’t crack, I cannot be broken.

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