Bulletproof
Bullets aimed true.
Underbelly target exposed
Lest you scent fear;
Lest you sight reluctance,
Even though time has granted armor
To deflect your shots.
Pain is no longer within
Range of your guns.
Outwardly strong,
Onward, I travel,
For I am Bulletproof.
JSC 2003
Copyright © Jaycee Cervenka | Year Posted 2015
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