I was born on the seventh day.
God said he needed rest
After all the effort to get me out.
I was born 2 pounds
They don't even make weights like that
Except in color
But this weight my mom lifted was all color.
They took me to a fortress of solitude
And there I lay
Waiting to fight
Even though with every breath
I was already fighting


They tried to put an IV in me.
Like I was the fourth generation with the same name.
Great effort to help.
But it burned
I got burns in the third degree
Are babies supposed to endure this much pain.
This babe did.
The pain I endured
Was so great crying would not make a difference.
But I did not cry.
And after it healed.
I will bare the scar until God stops resting
And we need to work together.

But the fire was third degree
Because the first degree was high school.
The second degree was college
And that last degree
Which hurt the most
Which dug deep
Was law school
The birth certificate was the first I got
But it wasn't the last
And its the only one I don't hang up.
Because all the certificates on the wall
Show the fire that is in me.
But my birth certificate
Was made by the fire that was put on me.