I’m not a star,
There is no halo over my head.
Fate doesn’t like the brown of my eyes.
Struggle and strife are silent solid friends of mine.
Who am I?
I am survival. I am pride. I am guts.
I like odds.
Especially-
When they are stacked against me.
Because there will
Come a time, when I will
Stare them in the eye.
And smile the smile of
The one who’s pulled it off.
I am the one who will have
Deep lines on her face someday.
And it’ll make me look good
When I laugh.
Because that is the day
I will fear no fear.
And taste sweat that is sweet.
And look back for the very first time and say,
I did it my way-
The long hard way…
