Stretch My Legs

Oh...
I am the best.
And I have no problem
Showing you my credentials!
Where do you want to start?
With the scars on my back?
How about the crushing indignations...
I learned to endure,
While you and the others
Were ensuring my pain?
Oh...
I am the best!
You know why I can contest to that?
You still ride my back,
But you are about to slide off.
I 'know' I am the best!
Because I allowed you,
To think you were the boss!
And now I'm ready to stand up,
And stretch my legs!
I've always known without me,
You'd be lost!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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