My life was over before it began
Mama use tell me… “boy you almost didn’t make it”
I was heading the wrong way up the birth canal
May be I was afraid of this world knowing the pain that my kind has felt throughout history
May be I was better off as a little angel flying through heaven’s nursery
But the outsiders insist that I break free from my time capsule
Which held me for 9 months
Within that time period I was nurtured by the upmost High
He told me stand strong but bend along with change
Like palm trees erected stories high with thin stalks and massive roots
Protect your soul from the serpents who slither below
I was called to duty before I had a chance to see the light
I was that statistical baby that should have not made it
The umbilical cord wrapped around my neck like a noose
My journey to this world has always been a fight
My mother slit below the belly as I spilled out
I probably stared at her before I recognized that thumping rhythm
The sound of her heart filled my ears
Or was it the smile she gave me even though she was just ripped open
A lifetime of pain is worth a second of beauty
My life officially started as a man on borrowed time
Some nights I can still feel that noose around my neck
I awake and check on my children
I am on borrowed time so I must make sure I protect and love mines