He was born and grew up in a rural milieu,
And seemed to lost that state of mind,
For a wastage of food was a taboo,
Because he learnt to grind before the age of nine.
The struggle turned him into a hero like a movie,
With the pain that blessed him with a life,
Then friends and family were filled with envy,
When they should be filled with pride.
Haters wanted to see him get down in the docks,
Because he lived a life filled with fun,
But passing through the School of Hard Knocks,
He got cooked up hard and done.
And when the world was turned against him,
Was when his moments really came alive,
And fully aware of certain things that could befall him,
He trod on every path with caution to stay alive.
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My Heart In Inks
PoesíaMy Heart in ink This is a collection of love poems and heart breaks, 90% of the work are stories of me or people around me.
