who knows of the struggle in the individual, mission to go against the

oppositional.

fighting society on the birth defect, said to be insane in the brain.

although, this is the way i was born you see.

yet it was told to me, that i was the first adversity

human being that came to be born here in this galaxy.

my heart is, my struggle.

rapping me up in a blanket of kisses, huggs and cuddles.

dangling, tangling me, switching me and finally dismiss me,

into a world of death and destruction.

that make me want to earl, at what this world has came to be.

that makes my stomach turn and yarn inside of me.

begging,pleading, and wondering oh god! how did this come to be.

asking him to free my mind of all this insanity, naturally and spiritually.

that in which was given from my creator to me.



dare to feel the struggle!