Born With A Silver Spoon In My Mouth (Now I Have Argyria) Poem by Michael Fischer

I was born without choice;
I couldn't speak...I had no voice.
The only thing I had
was a heart tainted black,
fixed to a time bomb,
held hostage by my God!

I'm beneath dad's tree limbs;
I couldn't move...mine weren't in.
Mom, pass down the follies
of my past ancestors.
I was doomed from the start;
Thrown in your womb, without heart!

Imprisoned in your strands;
Dissected by your hands.
A case of writer's block,
my body's numb with shock;
Although I cannot write,
my story is complete!