The Unborn

 

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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