misunderstood
I remember as a child
probably four-years old
walking about the property
making up song lyrics ad lib
singing them out loud as the
words popped into my head
from what I remember
they were ballads
words of sorrow & grief
verses hard for me to fathom
following a melody I must
have picked up from a prior life
I imagine the neighbors
who happened to walk by
must have found me strange
—and though I had known
they were there all along
I pretended like I didn’t
december two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Aucun enfant n’est étrange,
Il nous ramène en arrière
dans le ventre de notre mère.
Il prépare les fils d’un futur
Que nous ne connaîtrons pas.
Il chante les derniers mots
Qu’i oubliera.
Merci
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