A BIRTH
"What brought me with the drops
and drips that day?
That wasn’t just a precipitation nor a
parturition I would say
A birth never always just bears a single breath,
But brings with it some lively and alive death
A death, not of any bodies, not of any souls,
not of any feelings, not of any entities
But a lovely death or let me call it a lovely
birth of new identities
No one’s ever born alone, so was I
With me a father was born from a husband, a mother
from a wife, a grandpa from a father and a grandmom from his wife
And as I am growing, these birthings haven’t still
stopped and shall never be,
Because every year I have been getting new supports and
blessings borne for me."
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