Inconsistencies
Let me writhe on pavement ripped by sun
Rumor has it that that's how my mother was born
Rumor has it that that's how I was born too
I Picture my birth the way I picture the Bible,
happening between two gentle and soft finger tips
Reverend Whispers because not to brag but I was the first child
The First child the hardest child
I like to think it stormed that night,
that the rumors are wrong
that I wasn't born in the sun
That the night of my birth the electricity went out
and my parents were left without light
I like to think that they wept when I was born
that they wept again when they could finally turn on a lamp
and watch its sparks burst the way I did from the womb
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