Topic: Innocence Born From Contempt
Title: A beautiful Struggle Part II: Birth Defects
“Okay Sara, I'm going to need you to breathe,
Remember Lamaze?...One, Two, Three.
He's crowning. You're doing a great job. Now push.
One, Two, Three... Push....”
...
I enter. Naked and bloody – Full of life,
The only scream is the machine bedside,
Asystole screech – That flat line speak,
She sings a love tale... Then exits on key,
Her beat hums rhythm – It changes my being,
Labored breathes – A lung condition of utmost severity,
I barely muster the strength to say I'm alive,
A hand strikes my ass and the gasps turn to cries,
My heart strains family blood through veins,
Dad murmurs “You're a saint” - Words without angst,
He's cursed behind chains; Mom's my sister; deranged
An adolescent giving life... while losing life – How strange.
How can I explain the lack of love I've been shown,
I've bounced around homes never scoring my own,
It must be the pale tone – Pigmented snow,
Or the red eyes squinted whenever the sun glows,
I suppose it could be my spa...spa...speech,
My tongue's a rope – The noose gropes deformities,
I think fine but at times it's hard to convey,
I stumble up hill, a shattered soul in array,
A longer leg, its cool – My boot has sole,
Hair of gold – A platinum white Anglo,
Seen as a halo. No, I'm not an angel,
In fact I pimp walk at such an awkward angel.
Incestuous... Created in hate,
But I'm one of a kind good God tailor made,
I hold no grudge for the path that I walk,
I trudged through a cervix outlined in chalk,
No remorse for murder – I clipped her wings,
Let the caged bird fly and enslaved that being,
That devilish heathen, whose a part of me,
I forgive and let live... Subconsciously,
Because...
He created beauty inside – Despite
The appearance of fright I realize,
even born in death,
I'm blessed in life.
Part one HERE ...Not required to read but just in case...