Ploughed River City: 6 of 8

Swinging my cerebral cortex,
Back and forth, through ravishing dirt
My birth on a New Year’s Day,
Raised signaling caution lights:
As many celebrated,
Mother screamed out loud,
In excruciating pain
Agony she felt, I absorbed
Preparing to exert it to all those around,
Who smiled and congratulated her
Many of them never cared
They only presented their ruined lives,
As a way of making themselves feel better
They knew,
Mother was in a failed fate of her life
A new human she pushed out,
Was to turn into an amazing disaster
Brought forth to appreciate beauty,
In its fullness, placing reality first
Which many placed on a back banner
Some worried about the new human,
It presented signs of unusualness
While others, liked it
I knew, I also worried about I
Since having a creative and innovative mind,
Never came free
I tried to think of what others thought of I
Especially those I tried on several occasions,
To physically exploit…
I had to become nasty,
As a way of forgetting about their replies
Harshly ravishing across,
In River City

Snatched from HeteroSexual Chaos, a Decided Entrapment, available in audio and electronic format across various stores and libraries.

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