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Do you want to make me or break me? The million flesh-ravenous faces you show me To spark a flame around my fist My crude fist of dawn when blood hasn’t yet boiled to let me see with clarity if you want to make me or break me The bulging surges that swirl around you entice the child over the adult at times and you become just a game of fun No winning or losing, no lesson learned or man-crafting & at times, the wise unravels the absurd You make life lessons be drawing a smile over my face In awe; do you want to make me or break me? Just like life you are solid, muscle-wounding and bone-breaking As many faces you mirror, primitive tears fell down Testing courage and disparaging strength Affirming one last ground Never trust a rebound of your own made For the most menacing opponent of self is oneself Then again, what do I know? I’m just a child chasing salience Thinking in a fatigued soul’s words Before I embody the fresh energy of life