Hard As

Hard as

Nails buried deep

Within wood

Ignoring the weight of

The hammer

Holding furniture together

For years

Rusting but

Never snapping

Hard as

Cold logic no one can disprove

Even after years of

Toiling research

Hard as

Gangsters working the streets

Showing off their

Guns and shanks

Trading their

Contraband on corners

Forgetting about

Laws and mortality

Hard as

Math tests you didn’t

Study for

Full of numbers

Awaiting answers

Needing the formulas

You should have learned

To manipulate them

For truths

Hard as

A guy’s muscles straining

In the gym

Just as shiny as

The new machine

Hard as

The bass thump thump

Thumping

With the volume

Turned up

Your headphones vibrate like

Washing machines

Churning out the

Dirt you collect

Hard as

Obsidian pulled

From the ground

Lava frozen

So quickly it’s glass

Scattered atoms

So close together

Shattering is

An impossibility

Hard as

A single mom in

The early years

Working 3 jobs

Still showing her

Young what it means

To love and

Be loved

Hard as hell