"Ooh! He so cute, can I hold him?" statements fly around the room. All I notice z an affinity that I have towards two big babies who I later learn they are my parents. I long and yarn for understanding when hunger creeps in.
The sight of angles no longer in place all I notice this black faces made out of clay... Growth slips in and with time over years my size increases and bust out of normalcy. Maturity z a disease that deprived me off the affection and sweet smiles i used to get. The face z not cute anymore on the other hand Hair on my face, a broken voice, zits on my face and an enlarged body... Aging z a reality and questions like "who will cry when i die? when z my departure due?" lingerer in my mind.
All my inner gifts are to remain as an impact to peoples lifes as a lasting impression. I wont jst be honest with myself bt with everyone who around me. So help me Yahweh.
#A birth of a gift
#15th June 2016
#El lobo Solitario
#inspired by my birthday...
to those that know me am a gift and a treasure to them.
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