a poem by Teesha Guliana

I was born,
A fighter,
An unsung warrior,
Fighting for every breath.

Little did I know,
About the curves of life.
All I did know,
Were the bends of hell tight.

I’ve always been taught,
To be tough and tall.
I never knew,
What it meant to be patient for all.

Love is something,
Which I kick away with fright.
Making my bars stronger,
I put up a fight.

I fight,
Not for something I’m entitled to
I fight to throw away,
Feelings who make me,
Vulnerable and true.