I’m a fucking CHAMPION

Neha Miscellaneous

I’m a fucking champion; no verbosity.

I’m not a whore, not a bitch...I’m more than that.

I‘m Cruella and Grindle’s mother.

The story they heard about me was true.

There is something truer; a reckless humanitarian will understand that.

For the reasons of my solitude, I shade no tear.

Tears are worthless and worthier I am.

I have dwelt in synopsis of common definitions,

They built a house for me on the saddest planet.

They will watch me breaking each of my bone.

They will me watch spilling blood from my nose.

They held me in a genuine possession and nothing else.

I hold them tight in the bosom of wrath.

Tragedies like me will please Plato...

My name is the gluttony of the first rate. 

I have seen humans, men, and children...weaklings are generally my hater of all.

Some crimes I committed...but never sinned 'I'.

My name is an undefined morality.

My eyes blue, red, wet palpitating.

My hands tremble like an unaimed arrow. 

My lips are gruesome without the God’s kiss.

And I have a heart undefeated...unbroken...mirrorless.

My fights are endless, stand Oak tree.

I refuse to give in or give up.

I’m always the Martyr who knows pain...

I refuse to be the victim of their vain.

I light no fire because they extinguished some.

I receive no victory, but no defeat dare cross my heart.

I chase my dream, as I burn like the sun

Because I fucking fight like a champion.