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Hello,  I was born at the exact death of the 20th century I was also born witness of the birth of the 21th, a new glory And all events i am rhyming here are for me history Since they were all buried when I had no memory At, least supposed to but my case was desultory back to 1973 A baby was born between death and life he was torn And to an unforeseen path he was sworn Out of the hush of the womb, his ears perceived every sound as a horn 1977 and my first joy The old place looked coy he, now Simon, was playing with a toy as every night, a ritual he seemed to enjoy Again, that toy and only that toy he did employ Me, I could not get my eyes of a doll, everything else you could destroy The doll that did not exist to the boy *And deep inside of me i wish i could brush her hair But I could not even feel air my eyes tore up and my hopes i decided to spare suddenly a flare And I saw three circles, I swear This seemed rare Even under shock, I could see Simon sitting there I did not know why of him only i was aware And about my existence, he did not care This did not seem fair He suddenly and brutally shook his hair Like if he was hearing a blare And his pain i hoped to share but it was pain he could bare* **He recovered in a blink of an eye at first he turned his head and seemed shy Then he took the doll but why? he brushed her hair and care he did apply I would do it the same way if i was a guy Oh My! Thrill of joy really made me cry It is the first time that reality to my wishes did comply I don't have wings but I believe i can fly The butterflies in my tummy made me reach the sky Then, he stopped, held his neck wry And without knowing where to look said hi ** 1989 and I was still confused at times I was amused at times my soul was abused The time when he did what i refused All the time that was misused But wounds have bruised and everything was excused *Like when Simon sought privacy And even from me he wanted to hide but that showed inefficacy And in discovering his body he took pride* **He was as hot as the sun And he seemed to have a lot of fun His sight was fixed in the fashion of a look at a loved one I needed to know my body to get what was done My body was totally different, built in an other way More like those girls that took him away I felt jealous how he chose with whom to play I was mad, with him i did not want to stay I wanted my own body with no delay And in this mixture of feelings I saw it again This 2000 is driving me insane And I bet he will feel it too in his brain to calm the pain, this time he had to crane He stood up and went to his sister's room He was looking for something specific, I presume He was looking for a costume Girly underwear, a dress and perfume I suddenly felt lighter than a plume The senses that I do not have felt a boom I felt like home I assume I came into being, I was out of the gloom It was short, my existence waved away, my dreams were spume Finally he slept, all his energy and mine he did consume ** And that one night was dramatic That one dream was tragic Simon seemed ecstatic He also seemed older but I did not panic He was not alone and it got problematic He was with a young girl, she was static I was the girl and it got enigmatic I saw the flash again, this time it was emphatic And for the first time I slept, it was systematic And for four years, I dreamed, it was monochromatic * After I woke up all my confusion found explanation And I learned a whole lot from this dream's narration And to understand it all, it took me gobs of concentration Finally, from all my pain and sorrow I found salvation That 2000 I kept seeing will be the end of my gestation Simon was not a mystery anymore, with him I had a relation He was my father, and his dream found explication During those two years, I listened to a long oration And I learned tons about my father's future reputation Still, some issues needed cogitation What was I doing in this generation? What caused this weird agitation? Did Simon feel the same sensation? Oh! shall I call him daddy now, his true appellation? I was in sedation Thinking about the identity of my mother gave me palpitation * 1993 and my father was in college He was so hopeful yet so depressed He spent days and nights seeking knowledge but he did not he was going to be the best * I felt his pain, his fear his future didn't seem clear I wanted to tell him about his great year That he will be a pioneer His success will be sincere And his talent will be admired throughout the sphere * **But I talked facts and he heard inspiration And what he will accomplish became now his fixation He could feel the joy of the standing ovation The one where I stood to proclaim his vocation He fell in the temptation And enjoyed the fruits of his ongoing plantation He sensed my presence and crashed in frustration ** 1997 And the years left were few And I did not know how i'll get through My father was traveling to Peru When he drowned in her eyes, they were blue This seemed like a deja vu This was my mother, this was my only clue And all along, her he tried to woo I was excited to meet someone new someone that could be my mother, my debut Of them being together I enjoyed the view But my guesses were untrue And from this relationship he withdrew And the two of them said Adieu ** 1998 and all this is approaching its end My father was lonely with no friend and to him love and amiability I did send And his knowledge of me did ascend but he was seeing me as his girlfriend I admit, this situation did offend I wish he could comprehend * Maybe he was confused   I wanted to show him how gorgeous I will be But only the beauty he did see And his body he abused To materialize what he pictured as beauty * **He named me Stephany Without understanding my entity One time, he went out not sure of his identity He first went somewhere I did not catch regretfully And then He bought a necklace that said Stephany** I knew it was for me I felt life and joy but I felt freezing like if I were in cold storage I did not know why? 1999 and it's the end of March If my dreams were true Simon should *********** soon But he did not Nothing out of the usual Except one random thing A few days ago, I felt warmth I felt life, I felt agitation But everything I could perceive was normal 2010, Now I am ten Winter again Cold and freezing as I was then I know my father, I never met him, I will stay zen May I find him and take away the cold Amen Till then I will immortalize it all with my pen.
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
Trapped inside my father's body
Hello,  I was born at the exact death of the 20th century I was also born witness of the birth of the 21th, a new glory And all events i am rhyming here are for me history Since they were all buried when I had no memory At, least supposed to but my case was desultory back to 1973 A baby was born between death and life he was torn And to an unforeseen path he was sworn Out of the hush of the womb, his ears perceived every sound as a horn 1977 and my first joy The old place looked coy he, now Simon, was playing with a toy as every night, a ritual he seemed to enjoy Again, that toy and only that toy he did employ Me, I could not get my eyes of a doll, everything else you could destroy The doll that did not exist to the boy *And deep inside of me i wish i could brush her hair But I could not even feel air my eyes tore up and my hopes i decided to spare suddenly a flare And I saw three circles, I swear This seemed rare Even under shock, I could see Simon sitting there I did not know why of him only i was aware And about my existence, he did not care This did not seem fair He suddenly and brutally shook his hair Like if he was hearing a blare And his pain i hoped to share but it was pain he could bare* **He recovered in a blink of an eye at first he turned his head and seemed shy Then he took the doll but why? he brushed her hair and care he did apply I would do it the same way if i was a guy Oh My! Thrill of joy really made me cry It is the first time that reality to my wishes did comply I don't have wings but I believe i can fly The butterflies in my tummy made me reach the sky Then, he stopped, held his neck wry And without knowing where to look said hi ** 1989 and I was still confused at times I was amused at times my soul was abused The time when he did what i refused All the time that was misused But wounds have bruised and everything was excused *Like when Simon sought privacy And even from me he wanted to hide but that showed inefficacy And in discovering his body he took pride* **He was as hot as the sun And he seemed to have a lot of fun His sight was fixed in the fashion of a look at a loved one I needed to know my body to get what was done My body was totally different, built in an other way More like those girls that took him away I felt jealous how he chose with whom to play I was mad, with him i did not want to stay I wanted my own body with no delay And in this mixture of feelings I saw it again This 2000 is driving me insane And I bet he will feel it too in his brain to calm the pain, this time he had to crane He stood up and went to his sister's room He was looking for something specific, I presume He was looking for a costume Girly underwear, a dress and perfume I suddenly felt lighter than a plume The senses that I do not have felt a boom I felt like home I assume I came into being, I was out of the gloom It was short, my existence waved away, my dreams were spume Finally he slept, all his energy and mine he did consume ** And that one night was dramatic That one dream was tragic Simon seemed ecstatic He also seemed older but I did not panic He was not alone and it got problematic He was with a young girl, she was static I was the girl and it got enigmatic I saw the flash again, this time it was emphatic And for the first time I slept, it was systematic And for four years, I dreamed, it was monochromatic * After I woke up all my confusion found explanation And I learned a whole lot from this dream's narration And to understand it all, it took me gobs of concentration Finally, from all my pain and sorrow I found salvation That 2000 I kept seeing will be the end of my gestation Simon was not a mystery anymore, with him I had a relation He was my father, and his dream found explication During those two years, I listened to a long oration And I learned tons about my father's future reputation Still, some issues needed cogitation What was I doing in this generation? What caused this weird agitation? Did Simon feel the same sensation? Oh! shall I call him daddy now, his true appellation? I was in sedation Thinking about the identity of my mother gave me palpitation * 1993 and my father was in college He was so hopeful yet so depressed He spent days and nights seeking knowledge but he did not he was going to be the best * I felt his pain, his fear his future didn't seem clear I wanted to tell him about his great year That he will be a pioneer His success will be sincere And his talent will be admired throughout the sphere * **But I talked facts and he heard inspiration And what he will accomplish became now his fixation He could feel the joy of the standing ovation The one where I stood to proclaim his vocation He fell in the temptation And enjoyed the fruits of his ongoing plantation He sensed my presence and crashed in frustration ** 1997 And the years left were few And I did not know how i'll get through My father was traveling to Peru When he drowned in her eyes, they were blue This seemed like a deja vu This was my mother, this was my only clue And all along, her he tried to woo I was excited to meet someone new someone that could be my mother, my debut Of them being together I enjoyed the view But my guesses were untrue And from this relationship he withdrew And the two of them said Adieu ** 1998 and all this is approaching its end My father was lonely with no friend and to him love and amiability I did send And his knowledge of me did ascend but he was seeing me as his girlfriend I admit, this situation did offend I wish he could comprehend * Maybe he was confused   I wanted to show him how gorgeous I will be But only the beauty he did see And his body he abused To materialize what he pictured as beauty * **He named me Stephany Without understanding my entity One time, he went out not sure of his identity He first went somewhere I did not catch regretfully And then He bought a necklace that said Stephany** I knew it was for me I felt life and joy but I felt freezing like if I were in cold storage I did not know why? 1999 and it's the end of March If my dreams were true Simon should *********** soon But he did not Nothing out of the usual Except one random thing A few days ago, I felt warmth I felt life, I felt agitation But everything I could perceive was normal 2010, Now I am ten Winter again Cold and freezing as I was then I know my father, I never met him, I will stay zen May I find him and take away the cold Amen Till then I will immortalize it all with my pen.
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
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