My birth was something astounding
Mother had to go through labour
For seven hours
I still didn't want to come out
No one knows why
But I think
Even as a baby I knew
I wasn't ready
For the bitter cold harshness
Or brutality of the world
So I came out with a cry
Disappointed of loosing the fight
Trying to convince myself
That it would be okay in the end
Only to regret
For what was destined
Takes it course
And fate is a bitch
At least a bigger bitch than karma.
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PoetryI'm bold And shy I'm weak and strong. All of these make her, all of these are she and so much more.
