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Dec 2017
My back is against the wall, and I don’t want to end up like Humpty.
One of my legs is asleep, so forgiveness is in order for only being down on one knee.
May I be bold, its like I put in a direct call to heaven but got put on hold.
They broke the mold with me, and then they wanted to put me in mold.
They told me that the world was cold, and I just accused them of being old.
They wondered how I came out alive with no umbilical cord.
But didn’t you need to eat, they asked and I did not say a word.
I didn't  need  food,  I was dumped in  a belly of meal replacement
So I can take you to where a man was born as a real-live spaceship.
When I was coming I needed all of me, so I took my Amitotic sac in.
They said I couldn't go back because my old world was collapsing                                                       ­                                                 
Because the gravity I had to overcome was the gravity of the situation.
I had to be patient because when I came out of the womb I was a patient.
No tear in my eye as a newborn, so the doctors were unsure if I could cry.
Then I was brought home, and these doctors all waved their good-bye.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
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