The Unborn

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Sometimes i think am still unborn

as am not born the way i should have born
 
 
am still not so beautiful by the way
 
am still not so bold, this they say
 
 
am still unborn, my heart cries
 
for no eyes fend for me twice
 
 
every day i feel so taken away
 
when i feel nothing about work or play
 
 
am still unborn, my soul tries
 
for no ears listen me to apprise
  
 
no pun no fun no glam or gold
 
i have none for the talks, they hold
 
 
am still unborn, my conscious say
 
for no touch touches me to gay
 
 
no fancy, funny, formula i know
 
to keep my presence alive from low
 
 
am still unborn, with heart and soul
 
still i will perfect this unformed whole

 

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