Birth
I was born from a woman
On February twenty second nineteen eighty five
Entering the frozen
Sabbath night
Crying as the umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck
My father saved me
A true psychiatrist of the mind
A day before my grandfathers birthday
It was I
Who was brought into the world
Now its my time
To take my pebble
To the top of the mountain
Not to mention
That even you
The reader can write
Trying to be different
On my way to the shelf
A true individual
An original I attempt
But I have always been a believer
Is that too arduous for you to consent
I often think
And will surely tell you why
We all started
Smaller then a dot on an i
That little sperm
Floating through love
Flapping its wings
Like a pigeon or a dove
(An I for a T)
I was born from a woman
On February twenty second nineteen eighty five
Entering the frozen
Sabbath night
Crying as the umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck
My father saved me
A true psychiatrist of the mind
A day before my grandfathers birthday
It was I
Who was brought into the world
Now its my time
To take my pebble
To the top of the mountain
Not to mention
That even you
The reader can write
Trying to be different
On my way to the shelf
A true individual
An original I attempt
But I have always been a believer
Is that too arduous for you to consent
I often think
And will surely tell you why
We all started
Smaller then a dot on an i
That little sperm
Floating through love
Flapping its wings
Like a pigeon or a dove
(An I for a T)
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