Before Me
Sometimes I wonder
What happened
On June nineteeth, 'ninety-five -
The day before my birth.
Before I opened my eyes
Before I took my first breath of fresh air
Before I touched the world with tiny fingers
And before the world touched me.
Before it pushed its acrid air into my lungs
Before its harsh lights burnt my tender eyes.
Sometimes I wonder
What happened - to me
The day before my birth.
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