Born in the summer of 1963. Confiscated by The State before Kennedy was murdered. 'Auctioned' to the most likely couple, who proved to be unworthy. Re-confiscated in the summer of 1966. Re-auctioned to another most likely couple who appeared to be worthy. Learned the rules of small town life. Learned to be afraid of all people and no things. Learned to hate. Learned to pretend to love. Learned to exist in a deeply-felt, shallowly-lived life.)
Hurt And Hate
i hurt i hate
myself i ache
too deeply i long
i can never
have no point
to ask if
you will
or could ever
love me
already i
know this
folly, prank
perpetrated
by my own heart
i should
expect such
treachery from
one who hates
so much
cruel god
who made such
prison heart
no door
no need for
a key as
no lock or
exit exists
fool
me a type of
stupid
screaming silently
hope is a fantasy
stratagem of the shallow
who expect
strange things from me