Birthblood

I bear the weight of a risky trust
In a kid without a name
Thirteen years still birthing and
His mother's death in vain
Can't seem to do him justice
Put a label beneath his face
To validate his footing and
Substantiate his place

Thrown out in your birth blood
Cradled in the trash
Urchin of the gutter
Scraped you up and found you're

Alive in some limbs
Amputate in others

It's been a slew of presidents
Since he or i last slept
In an unconscious world
He doesn't miss the womb
'cause it's like he never left
After spending such a long time underground
His diet mimics that of a seed
His hunger tends to dissipate
But his thirst never quite leaves



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