Newborn. Poem by Christian K. Montiel

Newborn.
This right here is to the new born that waiting to breath let me tell some of my prophecies about how life is going to treat you and you waiting nine months inside of the womb.
Looking at me inside of this room trying to write about my life so everybody who is going to be waiting is happy like when they receive a newborn and I hope that my faith don’t bring me down so please everybody smile for me now.
So long I try to find my self on this world and please don’t think about me as a prophet, look at me as somebody who was brought to this world before of my time and now I’m living ahead of it, many years trying to put my life back together now its looks all good like the seven months that I was inside of the womb but sometimes I panic like when I was in the hospital room.
Everybody who is going to be waiting or a newborn please give the gif of learn about life so they don’t look like mine and don’t be like me today I still writing about nonsense but I guess just keep going up and never down and if I die early please everybody smile for me now.
By Christian montiel
(My own prophecy)