Pride. (a poem)


the sweat on my brow
no precious than yours,
I flow on this route
you take a different course,
the supreme thing
to merge into
the well of humanity
from varied windows and doors,
no matter what you are
always water your roots,
be the catapult of your character
that aims high and shoots,
take pride in who you are,
no man is lesser,
the sweat on your brow
will tell your tales
for all the days
to come…

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