A Little Black boy was born one late winter day.
He’d be lucky if he survive through the night the doctor did say.
But he did more than survived.
The little black boy lived.
And yeah problem arose because he did not have enough air to breathe.
He ended up with Cerebral Palsy.
But that did not stop that little black boy.
In fact it gave him the will to fight even more.
He had trouble with speech he could barely be heard.
But he overcame that and became a master of spoken word.
My life is not over but this part of it I felt need to be told.
Because I’m proud to admit I was and am that little black boy.
Lore Me34
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