I am a statue
brush stroked clay
abstract form
I am pained

I am frozen in a time that is long past
I wear a never-changing face

Passersby laugh at me
not a mouth
to defend
I am scared

My eyes bore at the space that is around me
Speaking lengths louder than all else

Passersby poke at me
not a fist
to fight back
I am cracked

I am built from the faults of a man who was
Stare in my eyes, I am my own

I am a statue
not a mouth
to fight back
I am art

The End

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