Raindrops

Raindrops,
They lay dwindling,
on our windshield

They remind me of my tears.
I think
as I stare at Droplets.

They quiver against the tearing wind.
I quiver,
Remembering their angry words.

Some droplets give way.
to the biting wind.
they slide gradually,
down.

I am not like those,
few raindrops.
Letting go of their grip.
To the pushing of the wind.

I will Not Give up
my will,
My respect,
Because of them ridiculing me.
Pushing me.
Bullying me.

I will Not bow to them.
I am better than them.