I Was Born A Warrior

Poem Written by Edonusem H.A.Y. Pomeyie, 15, NESCC Patient

I was born a warrior, a man born with the fight within him, Sickled at birth, but not chiseled to death. I was born a warrior, Born to fight for my every breath, Born to fight to become a victorian, Born to live a war within me,

I was a man born with the fight within me,
A man grown with the pains around me,
With a crisis from birth I was grown pained,
Me my story and I are one,
Because me I was born to die early,
Because it is a belief where I’m from that we sickled don’t live past 9,
But the Irony is me the warrior sickled had to witness my twin chiseled to death.​

Sickled at birth,
I learned the meaning to live,
In and out of hospitals that became my second home,
In and out of crisis I was raised a warrior,
I learned how to fight the battles within me because I had to live to bring a change,
I had to live past 9 cause I was not gonna leave my mom behind,
Because the death of a twin Ironically taught me how to live,​

Cause me I’m not chiseled  to death,
 I’m not chiseled to pain,
Though there are times my heart and body feels chiseled,
I’m not chiseled to the sickle,
I’m chiseled to change,
Chiseled to happiness,
Chiseled to God,
Chiseled to bring my story, my future, and me to the world around me.