The Little Man
That tiny little man tried so very hard,
He tried to hold me down.
He said, “Why do you smile so big,
You know you’ll never get off that ground?”
For days upon days his mean words,
Poured in just like the rain.
It was if he got some kind of pleasure,
Trying to cause me pain.
Yet what he couldn’t know,
Because he was such a tiny man;
Was his words had no meaning,
They were just empty shells in my hand.
Didn’t he know he wasn’t the first?
Others before him had tried to break my spirit too.
Yet unless you give them the power,
No one can take that from you.
So I may face an opponent,
Then wipe a tear from a bruised cheek to pray.
But I will wake up tomorrow,
Because I didn’t let the little man break me today.
Copyright © Victoria Teele | Year Posted 2012
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