You can push me,
Kick me,
Stab me,
Shoot me,
But,
I’ll still stand up as long as I have an ounce of breath left.
You may hate me,
But,
I love you either way as I keep my distance from your detestation for my existence.
I refuse to be rattled by your desire to see my life buried by the debris from your senseless destruction,
Regardless of your disgust towards my need to survive your thunderous storms of pain.
After all,
You are my Mother and I pray!
I pray that one day you wake up,
And,
Unveil your love for me you fight to keep concealed…
Surviving Your Disdain – Day 145, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
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