Collection of My Mini Works

I'm Stronger

The cold leaves me to quiver,

Because I stood there, alone.

Where ever life decided to drop me,

Must have been set in stone.

There were shackles on my limbs

I am bound to this pain.

I was caged by burning bars of hate,

Demons whispered till I grew insane.

... No one will believe my words,

Because they all believed my lies.

They called me selfish, then spat in my face,

Then they laughed at my sorrowful cries.

Foolish, idiotic, hideous, obese,

Stupid, incompetent, self-centered, bastard,

Homeless, diseased, and dirt-like ape,

They said my parents were nothing but colored and plastered.

They chained my limbs, they cut my throat,

They dragged by body down the darkest layer.

They cursed my name, they shaved my head,

They even cut my knees to mock my prayer.

I’m tempted to hurt one,

Maybe two or three.

But I won’t fall as low as them,

I’m stronger than what they see.

They’re blinded by the world,

Money, cars, and jewels.

Then bounded by regret,

Unpaid bills and no renewals.

Years can pass,

But I'll still remember.

When my wounds are healed,

In the late December...

While I'm shopping for my children,

While I'm clothed in latest trends,

While I watch them lie on the street corners,

While they beg by drumming pens.

Would I laugh or pity them?

Would I help or walk astray?

Since they left me flat with broken bones,

I won't have a reason to stay.