I got born and now I'm here.
In between I'm full of fear.
I got back and I'm attacked,
not a day without this near.
My Mother spoke of my jeans.
Took so long to wash all these.
She would boast about there filth,
even though they washed right out.
Slow to breathe that day I heard,
not my jeans, my genes aren't her.
I took pause and stood with laws.
Temper took and I was shook.
The game was on, stable piece.
Could this be chess? Am I a pawn?
or could it be,
I was not Ten or Three.
She would way, not her cells,
only was a total belle.
She stood strong
went on and on.
I just said I was gone.
Silently
K.A.P.
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