Pull a chair and listen

 I gotta flow on this one....(mind scribbles)

Just who am I?

And where do I come from?

Have I sprung in

Spring's blossom

Or the face of Fall's leaves?

I'm searching for where I'm from...

Is it from the embryo of a fornicated womb

That birthed a bastard

Named after her mother

I search the eyes of a stranger

Only to see they are like the others

I was held for nine months

Only to be let go

Off into a world in search of

The half to make me whole

...many will say they feel this

Don't feel me

Pull a chair and listen...


The End

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