I have felt other things
Since i drew
My first incomplete breath
And been unable to draw a full one since
I have felt
Hurt and pain
I have felt
Pain of words
Pain of blows
And pain that grows
Like a carpet of weed
Or seed planted by streams of water
Sprouting and branching
Into every corner of my soul
I felt the pain of
Loss
Three times over
A lover, a friend and my sirer.
All this i have felt
But even before this, i felt a loss
A loss of my home
The pain of expulsion
Before my alloted 9 months
The early expiration of my rent
As i was exiled into the incubator
