Poetry by Michael Bechayda

The Little Fighter

I use to be a very naughty little boy

Beat the shit out of my relatives

Fighting and playing was only on my mind

Never lost or turned down a fight

I grew up, changed and became a soft little thing

But still had some fight left deep down inside

Protecting the weak made me turn back to the old times

Trying to cover up what was hidden deep inside

Was just a lost little boy that needed to be LOVED

Lived his whole life around different places

Learned a new culture and their way of life

Train in the ways to take away and protect life

This little fighter needs to lose physically

But has lost many times emotionally

All is not lost because GOD is a loving GOD

A protector on my side that will never leave me

This is me a original Poem made by Michael Hinog Bechayda