the adoption
born in these united states
I was held hostage for no other reason
than to worship the steeple and marketplace
for thirteen years they worked me hard
as if I wasn’t one of their own
but never did they break my spirit
my resolve alive and well
like a promise made in earnest
mother used to say I possess
confidence as if it was a weakness
and while she was off saying the rosary
[praying for souls yet to depart their bodies]
I was busily devising my own escape
there is sadness everywhere you look
that is the human condition
but I’ve long held the belief
that I am exempt from such nonsense
for as you see I was born to become a god
september two thousand nineteen
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