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As I flicker speedily through the channels on my TV screen,
I pause because a man now lifts and anvil twice my weight above his head,
Which begs the question:
What is strength? And who put Webster in charge of nomenclature?
I know thats one more than i promised, But honestly
2 questions is hardly and erection in this hardcore porn of a topic.
I stare and compare the circumference of his biceps,
To the baseline i hear when my head rests on my mothers chest,
At five feet two, one twenty who...thinks,
No, Knows a bench-press would drop as rocks do sink...
Two blinks wake me from my wandering slumber,
Picturing my mother under a 300 pound paperweight...
Maybe a defined pectoral major is a way strength is expressed i guess...
I feel deceived because i was conceived through my perception of strength,
Endurance through this devilish obstacle called life it was,
Resistance through persistent manufactured happiness,
Molded in the shape of a smile...it was,
Having faith through the brutal unprotected rape of a heart,
In part...it was,
My mother personified it was and still should be,
Its be all you can not be all you could be, Would be
Easy to pick up a free weight whenever he or she hates, Debates
Between chest or abs to suppress rehab...
Love as a mother, before love of another...
It was...





                                                                                         
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