I am born with a safeguard, my shell
                shields me from ridicule, contempt and non-sense.
                The mercy to parry these scorns imprint and spell
                on my sturdy carapace, it’s a solid fence.

                To fend off the disdain, I’m obstinate to
                walk slowly, watch every step, keep my
                mouth shut, contract my neck, drab and true.
                An unyielding faith, never question or ask why.

                Everyone laughs at my scraping, inch by inch.
                Yet no one lives and drags longer than me.
                I wonder who dares to race me? I will clinch
                the last laugh. Life by life, they all die and flee.

                If you say I have a hidden back bone,
                I agree. I'm always in my august zone.

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