Not a bread to feed
hunger grew like a sprouting seed,
drenched in sadness
life of unhappiness.
The Struggle is upon me
not only me but for the world it sees.
Men and Women fought to survive
only to feel the bumps, like a reaction to hives.
Our only hope is that we had tried
even if life was torture, we can not hide.
Someday the clouds will clear
A new me was built to have no fear.
To take control of the steering wheel
and plant the seed below my heel.
For this I shall remember
How I became something better.
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