I prayed in my perplexity. There stood a woman, blessed with beauty a slave to her integrity. My complexity shook her for a moment. I watched a tear roll down her cheek. We spoke of why I act. Now it's my thoughts I speak. Iron sharpens iron. Now for them I can stand strong. The synthesis of her and slog, I take my stand where I belong.
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Smith Shine Poetry 
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“a slave to her integrity”
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Wow. Iron sharpens iron-so good.
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