FireCracker

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    FireCracker

    She said I would never amount to anything

    She said I was an ugly fat and unintelligent girl

    I told myself to be strong

    One day my accomplishments will take this woman for a whirl

     

    He said I was an accident at birth

    He said I was deserving of only the worst kinds of pain

    I convinced myself to hold on strong

    For he may be the wrecking ball but I am the crane

     

    She said I was an utter failure

    A perfect definition of disgrace

    I told her she was wrong and that it wouldn’t be long

    Until in this world, I found my place

     

    He told me to look in the mirror

    I stared at each and every bruise

    He said each one was a lesson to be learned

    I told him in this game, he would surely lose

     

    She told me I was the servant

    A household slave to be exact

    I told her that time was her leash

    At 18, I would break free, that was fact.

     

    He tried to hold me captive

    In emotion as well as the physical sense

    With my spit-fire soul

    Any attempt of this nature were most dense

     

    Many have tried to bring me down

    I have taken many a fall

    I always managed pull myself up

    To rise again, above it all

     

    For in my nature lies something providing much strength

    It is a curiosity of life and future events

    I pity those who morph into the trip wire trying to bring me down

    For being metal in the mist of lighting does not make much sense

     

    My eagerness to survive is high in potency

    Determined to soar over each hurdles appearing

    I am in the driver’s seat now

    And I have a steady handle on my steering

     

     

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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