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Jan 2018
Armor can’t serve much purpose
If it is broken.
I’m not talking about taking the scattered pieces
And pushing together the broken to make armor.
That is just making the weak, strong.
Or about when armor is pierced in  battle.
The heat of hand-to hand combat
Such armor belongs in a museum
Or in a history lecture with Powerpoint slides.
Because from this armor
You can tell the type of weaponry that transgressed against me.
But If I keep carrying that armor.
The broken pieces cut deep into my tissue
It does not fit the shoulders right.
It makes noises that announce to the world I am coming.
And it provides an opening for someone to stab inside.
They don’t respect this opening
They affix iniquity to injury.
Because Armor can’t serve much purpose
If it is broken
Except as a burial garment.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
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