Will you tell me if it is a poem...or not?

[...hp...all better now]

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I fought the worst
to get the best
and ran victorious through crowded streets
past the threats and scorned Lovers
crowing and cooing
for their next meal to fall prey

I died in empty arms
to fill my soul
and ran satisfied among the children
who walked away from their beginnings
quivering and crying
before a bed was made for them

I lived a lie
to tell the truth
and ran humble across deserted memories
orphaned with reduced price tags
warning and providing
as my future sat on cotton tarmacs
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what a difference a new avatar makes
mum...uhhh, no