You Can Hurt My Body But You Can Never Change My Soul

You Can Hurt My Body But You Can Never Change My Soul short poem

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If it is unjust I can never bow down to it
You can hit me for that
Provided I am weak
I might feel the pain
Provided I am weak
But that will never change my soul

You might think I am strong
My mask might make your guess wrong
That’s okay though
For my reality is far different from yours
For the pain I endured might not be known

You can beat me and break me!
You can squeeze me and chew me!
You can still pose yourself saintly in front of all
You can still make me bear the blame in front of all

That’s okay though
For you can hurt my body
But you can never change my soul

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The power of the soul! So rightly and well-expressed! Leaves me with so many thoughts…


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