Finding the will to fight Difficult in a world of wrong or right The world is not always so It being a matter of letting go Trampled upon, beat down Causing one to wear a frown Only those with privilege seem to wear the crown Having odds stacked against you Thinking what to do Time precious, the seconds few Where to start? How to accomplish? Where do I start my battle? Or is it over before I began? Must I stay in this place of strife? No! Must I hate my life? No! What is my right? The right to... fight! Scary at first Must quench this thirst This thirst for freedom, happiness and joy First step is hard Second step not as hard Third I am on the way Soon I will be in the fray Then I will say "Fight!" Fight for my freedom Fight for my life Nothing is accomplished without some struggle Life is not an eternal debacle One makes them self susceptible to those things that case pain & suffering Stop to pretend to be happy For something that is so crappy Wanting things that are...
Here is a site for my poetry. Like the title implies, some poems are sweet and others sour. Each one was written during a different phase of my life when I was up and down. So, enjoy and leave comments. Peace.