My eyes hoard tears. First, from pride, Afraid to be weak Under the Power. Now, my tear hoard Holds its treasure For the Power's pleasure. The paddle cracks Like thunder. The Power's pleasure Is my pain. My tears will come, The Power's glory, But an easy tear Mocks the Power. An honest tear Celebrates my Suffering. The paddle's grain Marks my flesh. It is hard, I
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