Born into this world, shrouded by hate and misery,
Unknown to me, I will be wealthy or in scarcity,
For he, the creator, the almighty,
Is the only who, knows all with clarity.
Blinded, I am, to reality,
Uncertain of happiness or calamity,
When, the first rays of the sun,
Fall on my face,
I am awoken, to truth, of color and race.
Privileged or cursed, parented or orphan,
Be what it is, be daughter or son,
Childhood lived is half the battle won
Dark as night or bright as the rising sun.
Trauma and pain, loss or gain
Stories of life from living and slain
To bow down and wane or fight to reign
Think seldom and conquer the bane.
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A rally call to all. Be as a child without prejudice and with energy and optimism. Nicely said and written
I am so glad I felt obliged to return the compliment .. having found you, I am not disappointed .. Neville
I am awaken to truth, colour, and race.
I am awakened by this piece, nice writing.
Aye, childhood is indeed half the battle. Without a caring one the rest is a struggle. But "Think seldom? Not so sure. Good job.
Good write Peet, though I don't trust to 'luck' myself.
Powerful penning,
captivating indeed!! 👍
Great rhyme and flow
and a treat to read!! ,💯
Best regards ✌️. Thad
Thanks buddy.
Fab rhyme, and a very emotional read. 🌹
Thanks.
Beautiful
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