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To Be The Best I can Be!To be the best I can be, I have to tell it true! And that means opening up my heart! Of course, as only I can do! So here I am opening my heart! Telling it as it is, the fact! I was abused so were many! But forgive me; I'll not use tact! I am telling it as it is you see! Shooting it straight from the heart! So please bear with me, and smile, While my tale I shall impart! This is not a sad tale I tell! More, this is simply a tale of life! Not everything's a bed of roses, And we all of us have some form of strife! For me, my strife came from a few! But the latter, yes, my lad! As bitter and twisted as he is, He is the son of his conniving dad! They are of the same mould, Liars, thieves, users of many! Money mad, always money mad! They will gain from every penny! And the greed in them, is the evil! But the evil of his father true! Is the wimp that he is, the coward! For letting what his son put me through! I have no hatred for them; I guess, I think its pity they require for their greed! Because hatred is a negative thing, And that's something for which I've no need! Why would a son be so nasty? And hate me for the body's troubles I bear? Who is he to question the way I am? When it is God's choice the reason I'm here! God made me who and what I am! And that's not for anyone to deny! Love me as I am, or not at all! But be sure of this, for a lost son, I'll not cry! I am the better person, oh yes! Because at the end of the day you see! God made me as I am, inside and out! And I am more than happy with little old me! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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