Thrown to the dogs
I became the king of the Canines
Slept with snakes
I became the sultan of serpents
Is there no curse worthy of containing me?
For even in misfortune I find riches
Childhood memories, blood red tears.
Became rivers of Ruby's.
Worms with fast hands
Became maggots with punctured arms.
Don’t wince
Don’t pull back
Don’t contort
Out of disgust
And I pray not out of Pity
After all, I am you
I am Pride

-Malvo Hussein