Pride

I won't stumble,

I won't crumble,

I won't fall,

I will stand tall.

Blood on my hands,

Mud on my knees,

My story on my shoulders,

My past behind me.

I tear at the ones who oppose me,

Their eyes ripping me,

The violence slows,

And the sun goes.

Can you feel their stares,

The unblinking,

The ever observant judgement?