I wrote this poem two years ago so I decided to repost it here. Hope you enjoy it. I also appreciate all the support you showed me – I enjoyed my birthday on 5th of May. What a bizzare yet sweet and nostalgic occasion 😂😂✌ Much thanks to
Sweetest poet I know for making it memorable. Shukran.
WAS I DOPE OR DOPED?
Diving into books while also having fun,
You came looking for talent, who could run?
I was gifted from when I was very young
So you stopped me when I wanted to learn.
You put me to the test on your track,
You made me do all sorts of paperwork,
You promised me that I would never lack,
You told me I was chosen and it was not luck.
I took your word and went on your race
Soon enough I began to gain their pace
Gold I then undertook to chase,
my name was everywhere, so was my face.
The race was tough, I thought I made friends
And the life was sweet I forgot about fiends
Should’ve been careful not to run dead ends
And to look up where the high road bends.
Before the marathon you gave me ‘motivation’,
A pill you said was some sort of immunization,
My friend gave me water with his ‘medication’,
I was just so anxious to represent my own nation.
The feds say I won from using stimuli pills,
I took a spiral fall when I got in your deals,
My many fines, bankruptcy, can’t pay bills,
From glory to ruin you don’t know how it feels.
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