Natural Born Winner

When you feel the rain as it hits your flesh,
or feeling a sharp pain within your chest.

Words can cut, words can destroy,
thats how words are felt when you are a boy.

When I became an adult my life was a mess,
I allowed the words of my father to invest.

Low self esteem and no ambition,
found myself hoping and wishing.

I was my worst enemy, I needed help,
did not want to deal with the cards I was dealt.

My fathers voice would be in my head,
“you are a loser boy” is what he had said.

Then my life took a wicked turn,
somebody said I was a winner when I was a sperm.

I had beat out millions so I could be born,
so all that my father was saying is now gone.

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Wonderful a poem of self realization loved it well done you.

Saurin Desai

they say: sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me… but that’s not true, is it 🙂

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