Born
But hell
My father decides I’m not his
Since I’m not here yet
Having not even been conceived
I can only go by hear say
My father screwed my mother on leave no doubt
Then shortly thereafter or before
Contracted
A skin disease that is treated by radiation making him sterile for ten years
Well him, and his Army buddies, were convinced I could not be his
So came the rage
At my mother
Then me
The fights were terrible
I, one, two, three, and four
Am made to feel insecure
To say the least
For many years I felt worthless
But look this could be a good thing
For feeling imperfect I
Strove for perfection
To utilize buried pain
The irritating sand that makes the pearl
Now
I am hard and round
I am smooth as silk
I have become that pearl
Of great price
You can laugh at my past follies
And there have been many
I could have grabbed the reins of many an advantage
However
What you hold, holds you
I let it all go
And held fast
To
Nothing

Binas Non Sunt = 418

Wilson Hill