Born To Win Poem by me poet yeps poet

When I was born
I was declared dead
but my doc pop said
no regret
and
he beat me hollow
upside down

and
all asked him why are you beating him

he answered
I want him to cry
I heard his voice loud and clear
and
I cried

then all, yes all laughed

from that day when anyone calls me weak
I say FU
no not flu
you may be
they all like rats flee

So the only time one need not be weak
is in the middle of the night
when you need strength

what kind
never mind

I leave it to each
but never alone sleep

You will be a winner
and
she will say now
may we

what again?

no sleep