My first poem about me

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I throw myself out onto the fields of struggle
Like a trophy survival is all I want
I careless about the pain am gonna go through

Tell me, what's pain? Huh....!!!
Do the words in the Bible really belong to the one who created me?
If so let it rain on me the promises buried in it.

I go through anguish, pain and hell day in day out just to bring up my offsprings
So why remain silent watching me struggle on this thorny bloody routes

This aren't words of give up, but are words to declare to the world that;

" I may be full of darkness, but I promise you gonna see my offsprings sparkling."

My first poem about me | Ecency