The first day was the hardest.
An eye of reflection.
Beginnings aren’t always easier.
Birth from a Queen and King , different in many ways, yet also similar.
Adam loved near and dear
Eve loved from a cold heart.
We shared the same womb , hardly spoke and words, well not she and I .
She and I were two of a kind.
Consistently looking for qualities of Queen in same gender .
Never had a chance holding on to my ‘hood,’ kinfolk took before I knew about a gift .
Thirteen ? Nah .
King ? God felt as if he was better of with him .
Thirteen, more like a turning point .
Let me roll a blunt and hit that bottle, right quick .
Ran so much , I should have been on a track team.
Tried playing God a few times , I really wanted to be with Adam.
Strangers honestly don’t mind opening my presents .
Many mattress, sofas, park benches, and floors made comfortable .
Many loveless relationships , gave to much of myself.
No matter how near and dear , I was never enough .
From Carlton to that one book in the bible, I wasn’t good enough.
Robbed of everything I had, left with only a skeleton wrapped in flesh, scared flesh.
Taken from my comfort zone forced in to another’s zone.
I was unwanted , or at least that’s how I felt.
Years spent sitting across from someone with a degree.
Angry? Every right to be .
From beginning to end .
Angry ? No .
My beginning isn’t my end .