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Pride

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By Em HoccanePublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Pride
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Pride

Just a seedling wandering around

In a world which wasn't always good

Being naive was my first name

Whenever messed up, was punished

Thought I was just a pile of mistakes

Whenever went in wrong direction, was guided

'Nothing' was the second name in my eyes

Being young thought am always right

Tons of people hate me , point the bad in me

Now and then thought I am worthless

As seasons passed chapters changed

Life brought new challenges

Unknowingly fought them like a warrior

Always thought life's only challenges

But when I look how beautiful life has shaped me

Damn! Even a pile of mistakes is success

Like I say, everyone should look at themselves and shout out loud,

" I am proud of who I am !"

performance poetry

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Em Hoccane

Creative writer

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