I grew up on the system;
I was raised nice and hard.
I dug and clawed for every inch,
while some were gifted yards.
I know the taste and feel of dirt,
I’ve done time on the ground.
There was no hand to help me up,
Just those that held me down;
And down I stood for many years
In acceptance of my worth;
A useless thing, not meant to love;
a nuisance since my birth.
But here I am with chin well- raised;
A new look that defies
those who dared disparage me,
emblazoning my eyes.
I’ve fought the war and conquered lands
They swore I never would.
The heights that I have reached in life
Surpasses all they could-
Have seen from a fool’s pedestal.
But, alas, they’ve made their beds!
The ‘whipping boy’ became the King,
and now he’ll have their heads!
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Great poem
I loved the read. The flow was smooth and added to the true experience. I loved the story. You are gifted.
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I absolutely adore this poem, and I can really relate
Especially loved: "I dug and clawed for every inch / while some were given yards" - amazing.
Thankyou so much for sharing this piece, my friend
Maria
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