Amateur

I have never had a chance to learn how sonnet rhymes
I struggle to remember words in my own poetry
My linguistic embarrassment lay on the papers and the tip of my tongue
But fuck, do I write not for anyone but myself
I write for the imperfection

I am the loud voice of the rejected
Those who failed to align to flawless standards
To the world where champions and losers are neither existed

I am with those who have been challenged,
but never forfeited

Lion-hearted who fights without withdrawal
Eagles who spread their wings wide enough to fly