I’m back there again, broken from being a champion,The boy that no one loved,The years I spent training like a method actor toBecome the man that everyone admired,But it means nothing, Like ashes on a forehead, they marked me inferior,When I was still young enough to receive it into the grain of my being
Terrence Alonzo Craft, The Seed Bridge: Collected Poems
life, painful-memories, poetry, self-esteem