My way..

I am not a star.
There is no halo over my head.
Fate doesn't like the colour of my eyes.
Struggle and strife are old friends of mine.

Who am I?
I am survival.
I am guts.
I am pride.
The more I sweat the more I shine.
I like odds.
Especially when they are stacked against me.

Because there will be a day when I'll stare them in the eye
and smile.
The smile of the one who's pulled it off.

I am the one who'll have deep lines on my face someday.
And it'll make me look good
when I laugh.
Because that is the day
I will fear no fear
And taste sweat that is sweet.

And look back for the very first time and say,

I did it my way...
The long hard way.

-the girl.