steemninja

Ode to a Self Made Man When you look down your nose and sarcastically throw Others of your race under the bus When you think that you know how you got where you are And it seems they should be there by

My first Steem post, a poem, forgive me if I stay anonymous, at least for now The Enemy rose up, and there he stood, wings spread Defiance written on every angle of his face He laughed from a deep place