Made For Life

Pretoria Poetry Club

My happiest days are nothing but a memory. I thought pain was a phase till I suffered at the hands of an enemy. deadly weapons at their hands ,but death wasn’t prepared for me. I got blessed with a curse, life wanted me there, no where else I’d rather be. So  I accepted my fate and let my pride get the best of me. I knew I was the greatest, why else would they spread blesphemy. Unlike many I do not crave what I can not be. 

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