A little poem to go with the theme:
To be born in the light is good,
To be born in the dark is just as good,
Because in the dark,
You must find the light.
Thats a little thing by me. I kinda write poems, so, yeah. I was thinking about when I was born. I wasn’t born into a good family, but into a family of darkness and shame. Actually, I don’t even know if you could call it a family.
There was no love. The woman and the man, you know, and here I was. The man was gone - didn’t care for me. The woman, I’ surprized she didn’t kill me or something. Always high on drugs or smoking or whatever. I don’t really know, byt my mom (Now, not the woman who had me) told me. Her brother (The man) and the woman had me, so I am related to my mom because, biologically speaking, she’s my aunt and such. But I don’t care.
I am actually glad I was born into darkness, because someone flipped on the lights when I couldn’t reach them. Who knows where I could be right now. Dead, doing drugs, smoking, that sort of thing, but no. I’m sitting here writing to you, whoever you are.
Just know, if you’re born into darkness, flip on the lights, and maybe you can see.
Life and Death
Paris isn't the city of love.
We are us - and we are the world