I enter to life as a river of mothers
Those who have never left me at large
It triumph and punishment, I must grow as a lion
Or to breathe the water as a timeless seaweed.
I am handling the tale from my roots
And I oppress on each finger a sensory lip
My matrix is identical in spite of my shapes
I surrender myself to a cancer if I don't want procreate.
They make up paradises to falsify my origin
Friday, December 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life