My legacy ends here,
I have no name to lend
Because I was born out of wed lock,
All I have is the shame to bend.
The truth comes out always
When the truth barer passes on;
What I believed to be a truth on my side
Turns out to be false pretense; nothing but a lie.
Who was my true parent, will I ever know?
One thing is for sure, I was not to be procured.
And that is apparently something hard to swallow
Because being born out of wed lock is so hollow.
My legacy ends here
I have no name to lend,
Except what was generated out of
Grammatical error has to die here in this era.
Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
My legacy ends here,
I have no name to lend
Because I was born out of wed lock,
All I have is the shame to bend.
The truth comes out always
When the truth barer passes on;
What I believed to be a truth on my side
Turns out to be false pretense; nothing but a lie.
Who was my true parent, will I ever know?
One thing is for sure, I was not to be procured.
And that is apparently something hard to swallow
Because being born out of wed lock is so hollow.
My legacy ends here
I have no name to lend,
Except what was generated out of
Grammatical error has to die here in this era.
Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris
This is in regards to my last name... for the past 30 years I've thought that this was actually my last name but two years ago I found out the truth.... I have a different last name of the unusual kind...I'll leave it at that.
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