I Am Me

Hush or softly brush things you'd flush Push through being rubbish, don't crush. On bush opinions are not worth a rush, On my mind such advises would flash... I never got to be a teen from thirteen; I became parents' parent from eighteen. Fighting battles parents failed to win, Changed curse from being product of sin To being a blessing in disguise, And some goodness to disgust. My strength is built-in with nipples They feed on with suction of dimples. My hard labour's sweat is beverage: Drunk to flex way above the average. I am a replacement of God's mirror On Christ everlasting era to erase error.