I Am a Machine

Hunting another calloused hand to hold

I became lost in worlds of temptation,

Used for beauty, hollowed, taken & sold

To the pursuit of my validation.

 

Growing my muscles, both body and brain

A lioness amidst a world of sheep,

The ever-present fuel for me to train

Has always penetrated me so deep.

 

Moving ever forward, I am grinding

Surging past the limits that were set forth.

Doubtful parts of this machine are dying

It is here that I have found my real worth.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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