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My body is a protest
Marred by treachery and loathing
But still with blood pumping
And muscles moving
My mind is a reminder
Of the folly of violence
And of the potential of spirit
With hope in still holding on
Against the grain
Against the gale
Against the world
Against the hate
My soul is a beacon
Always shining deep beneath the waves
Waiting to be sought and found
Unearthed to show the beauty in life