I Was Built To Last. Comments

I was born in the dark, wrapped in the cold, a street soldier I was called, life was tough already at birth. Poverty was already my share, without shelter a place to call home. Without a father I was doomed, no vision no guidance to follow. The stranger no where to be found.

My mother through pain she pushed me into the world, no lights, no rights, no theatre she delivered me. The umbilical cord she cut, separating me from he body but not from her heart she did. She was a warrior then and she of the Devine now. She built me to last.
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