I Was Dead Before I Was Born Poem by Dann Thomas

When I realized life existed, I was old
Maybe about three, or that's when I was told
I was alive, why that's what it's called; a life
Life to you, to me, was a soul resting on a knife.

My parents where the good sisters of God
To think He needed a family, now that's odd,
While I was born without a single one,
But the many that's strangely called Nun

When old enough they told me I had AIDS
Ironically it was of no help, as hope fades
By birth I was gifted with a death sentence
An unwarranted life term of imposed penance.

Was I born to be an example to you?
The results of sin, or desire. An adieu?
A mistake, a desire, a passion gone wrong
But why me a victim of love's wrong song?