I Will Survive Poem by Keertana S

I Will Survive



They say
Only the fittest survive, sardonically.
The whole enchilada's pressing on my throbbing
Head. Like a drained sponge, dehydrated
I can only hear jeers, see mocks, talk
Nothing with my quivering lips, to the
World that says I am drowning to doom in the
Tough Ocean of the world. But they know not
That I can swim.

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