reina Lorenzo

(july 01,1984 / philippines,)


62/5/05 rum..

I will make myself good
No matter what
I will own my way
Without any doubt.

I’ll swallow
No matter what struggle that is
For me it’s just a stain of discrimination
And I won’t be discriminated.

I’ll count every lift of my wings
Taste every dropp of my sweats
Fight my weaknesses.

I can fly, I will fly
No matter how high it was
Just stay there and I’ll be there

No I won’t fail myself and be nobody
Coz’ I am someone special, we are special
I can fly, we can fly
We will be lifted by Him.

Submitted: Monday, December 15, 2008
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/15/2008 5:30:00 AM)

    A nice poem from you with hope.At least, we all need hope to move on in life. Thank you.

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