Concrete.

Bitch.

Something I am labeled as frequently.

I am the epitome of New York.

Hard on the surface, soft at the core.

Get through my metallic, sky scraping exterior and you will find a wealth of life and love.

I would rather be tough and honest

Than be a weakling like you were.

Too weak to confront.

Too cowardly to communicate.

I would rather be a bitch than a lying piece of shit.

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