"My life -part 1"( I told my readers that this was coming)This is poetry about my life.
There will be many parts to this piece of work.
I AM a loner for many reasons.
But I am a courteous, loving, a very respectful loner.
My fight for life before I was even 1 hour old forever instilled inside me, my loner mentality.
When I fight for something, I fight with everything that God supplied me.
I am often misunderstood but hey, that only propels me deeper into my loner personality.
What's underneath my motives, my skin?
From nearly being born dead at birth, I fight for everything from deeply within.
It's what makes me, me.
Something most of you hold against me.
But if you understood...
I am art in human form, in word, in emotion and ****.

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So;
before I was born, I guess that my Dad was cheating on my Mother with another woman or, so I have been told.

This affected my Mother's pregnancy while she was carrying me, putting both of our lives on hold.

Eventually I was born into an unstable world by a woman in distress.

I was born blue and barely breathing, nearly dead and my life before it began, was already a mess.

The "doctors" working hard to save me, but to save me from what?

A life that I have made the most of but the world around me makes me loathe so much!