My mother was everything beautiful
                        Raising in the morning
                        Setting in the evening
                      Changing with the seasons
My father was the knowledge of the universe
                       No sugar coating
                         Bitter and unwilling to
                          Compromise
They told me I was given a gift
A gift that made the whole world turn
My mother described it as a wonderful transition
Returning all you are back to the earth to be reborn                
                                    a new
My father described it as a horribly dark thing that needed to happen in order to sustain life
I liked my mothers version better
When I was put upon the earth to share my gift
I was alone
No living thing would give quarter to DEATH
I had trouble seeing my gift as good
I felt cursed
Spit on
Yelled at
Looked upon as ugly
But time has past and I still have my gift
I've come to accept the fact that I am not liked
My parents told me I had a gift when I was born
What they didn't know was that my gift was not one of death but one of everything beautiful in the world and all the knowledge of the universe