I'm so tired of getting trampled on and ******* by Life Unless it was a woman, than we can alter that statement Cause what guy wouldn't want that? Not to be crude or tacky, but if somebody named their daughter Life Then this poem has a reason to exist. But as of right now, my ignorance and struggle persist. I hope you can understand at-least the gist Of what i'm trying to say.
I feel like this is a very out of character poem for it's content, but it's one of my favorites so far. I think growing as a poet even after writing over two thousand poems is a good thing.