All Odds Poem by righteous poet

Against all odds misery said I'd die, but I lived-considered an abnormal child dwelled beneath the utterparts of the earth for a while, wow! Against all odds. Against all odds powerless became powerful, debilitating became soulful, depravity became hopeful, darkness became colorful. Against all odds I championed the ghettos, hell holes, of the most crucial life... Defied conspiracy traps, death naps, and federal kidnaps... Out last the last of the eradicating genocide, jumped out the grimreapers ride and thriiiiiiiived against all odds