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Yesterday Born
My man child born yesterday
New and peeling purple
With black and brown
Splotches of color.
Your father love you.
Your mother love you.
But still you have yourself.
You must love yourself.
My man child born yesterday
Still soft and wrinkled
With bright black eyes
That have pools inside.
You are my charge.
Yet my superior.
We gave you life
But are Beholden.
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