It took a half a dozen years
To build the part I call “myself.”
Faith and courage took its toll
To cultivate such little wealth.
You smashed “myself” just yesterday.
Look closely at the bits you see….
Upon the naked ground they lie.
“So what,” you say. ” That’s Part of ME
Why don’t you finish up the job?
Why leave me dead and yet alive?
You’ve tried to break me piece by piece:
There’s nothing left there to survive.
There lies the semblance of pride,
A part of human dignity.
It was the Center of my Soul.
“So what,” you say. It’s All of ME!