Crusaders
I’m finally ready
discovered it yesterday
while walking on Madison and 74th.
The times of destruction are gone
bending is not breaking
a trip is not always a fall .
A message to haters:We are all crusaders
the higher the walls,the harder we stroke .
We are constant warriors that never surrender
so mind your own business
and leave us alone.
You might see us kneeling sometimes for a second .
You might see us spinning without much control.
Though you’ll never see us deep down in the darkness,
that sometimes surrounds our battered souls.
Because life is always a declared resistance,
a struggle that leaves you with multiple sores.
If we start regretting the scars of our bodies
our stories of glory would never be told.
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