I was born the day the sun did not shine,
Darkness foreshadowed illness,
Blood made it true.
...
For all it is worth here I am…
I am brown, with beads of black.
I am beautiful, fragrant with anticipation.
...
Where have you gone little one?
Mummy needs you.
She thinks of your softness,
night and day.
...
And so I waited,
for the moments, you see,
for the moments that were to exalt me.
...
Saintful Sinner, I am
Why do you mock me so?
I do not accept your tired
shallow shrills of violence.
...
Aware, very aware,
In every muscle you feel eyes searching,
watching,
waiting.
...
It is excruciating
Wanting perfection.
What is, is not enough.
It never is.
...
There were moments,
I was afraid.
For you.. afraid for you.
With your big big heart,
...
I thank thee, my inamorato.
For forgiving me the sins I choose to commit,
For loving me with infinite grace,
For rousing within me intense emotion.
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I Was Born The Day The Sun Did Not Shine
I was born the day the sun did not shine,
Darkness foreshadowed illness,
Blood made it true.
I was born the day the sun did not shine,
There were flowers of pity,
Hand trembling prayer.
I was born the day the sun did not shine,
Tears flowed through streets,
Glass shattering screams.
I was born the day the sun did not shine,
The day i was told the world had fallen,
The day families died.
Two planes crashed into buildings,
The sky was ablaze with hatred,
Ashes showered the earth.
And my mother held me,
Tighter into her bosom,
Promising never her child,
Never her child.
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