9/21/86

Date of conception Left my mothers wound a fresh soul, no direction Cold hearted I showed little affection Ain't nothing special A figure some what intellectual Passion unwanted Some what sexual September 21 is just another day Presents of tragedy is all pain could convince Holy ghost tried to badger me Refused and it's rained ever since For what it's what it's worth I feel dead It always seems to shower over my head No cake, NO hot date Only a baby’s wake two days late September twenty-first is just another day Sixty second contractions DNA split by the fraction I've been cursed How can I comfort this hurt Tattooed Fingerprints on my shirt Love letters From angels above the weather I feel as weightless as a baby doves feather don’t cry, For temptation Won’t let me say goodbye Smile September twenty-first is just another day