Wincing

I crawled through fields in the dead of night
Coughed with every step on hard streets

punched shattering glass
And buried myself in pizza boxes

I chased dreams
that became real

Fantasies that
drove me forward

I got up before dawn
And came back with the foxes

I was slapped
And kept getting up

My hard work
Was a placard of rebellion

Now I live in libraries
Open all hours

I keep getting younger
My muscles relax

I unlocked my power
Yet every day I am crippled