My Life's Beginning

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Self Poetry

You lose your natural father at the age of one; and all of your life's problems have just begun.
You have a brain tumor at three years of age; and it makes your body cry and cry with rage.
You remember cassettes that showed you were really smart; that was lost, temporarily, but you still had your heart.
You had brain surgery, and might have died; but all you died, but all that you did was cried and cried.
You had to learn basic functions, again; and no one knew if there would be a time when
You would fully recover; your future was just a blur.
You went to school, and everything seemed fixed; but up, your body, was mixed and mixed.
You passed your grades with flying clouds; but, in fifth grade, your emotions were less and less proud.

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