some are products of
adult passionate love making
some are products of
innocence taken
on the other side of the coin
I was the product of
a 24 year old man
a 16 year old girl
and jar of Vaseline
obviously love had nothing
to do with that
and it had nothing to do with me
I was born walking through fire
everything was exploding around me
everything I have I pulled
from the debris inside of me
surrounded by tree's
that were left standing
there was so much work to be done
piecing and mending
the quilt of my torn destiny
I had to scratch that
start from the beginning
with new material
form a new ritual
write a new manual
masterfully wonderful
throw shade at the past
so that my future would last
with every sip of new wine
that refilled my glass
head of the class
flying high first class
the test was hard still I passed
to pass the sculptured sceptered
to a chosen predecessor