Babies feels his mothers pain
The firecy fire building up in the inter of my knowldege
doors shut but windows open
open just enough to hear the contain drops of liqued on the solid ground
Who am I?
Pressing my fingers against the soft surface
using it as a handy tool to comfort the atmosphere
knowing that my job is done
when that overcoming feeling of skittles falling from the rainbow
appears in th middle of my stomach.
Who am I?
Rumbly tumbly sounds coming from every life line
knowing that its dinner time
imaging the taste of the sweetness of dew
droping on the tip of my tough and satisfing the hunger pains that comes and goes.
Who am I?
I am a infant, a baby, or maybe even a child
Who's born into a world to comfort
really i'm the one who's going to need the support because I am the one whose a fatheless child
lines of words came thru my ear about my abusive dead beat dad
whos hit and beat evey minute he has a chance
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