I Am A Fighter Poem by Chanel Jackson

I pretend that I am someone else
I feel young and lost

I touch the cold metal rail of the bed
I worry is there something wrong with me?

I cry at the thought of a funeral
I am a fighter

I understand something is wrong from the way the doctors are reacting
I say Ill go when I am ready

I dream about being what everyone wants to be -PERFECT
I try to be the best

I hope Ill become the person I want to be
I am a fighter