Cursed

Cursed I was cursed from the moment. The sperm hit the egg that laid inside my mother’s womb I was cursed with the DNA from both sides of the family. I stood no chance born into the world already knowing fear and rejection I was cursed from the moment the sperm hit the egg deep with them my mother‘s womb I stood no chance into a family that had no morals or compassion born into a family to be used and abused I was cursed from the moment the sperm hit the egg, nestled within my mother’s womb born into loneliness and despair trying to breathe some different air not knowing right from wrong. The parents play a familiar song Do as I say as not what you want. I was cursed from the moment the sperm hit the egg Nestle with in my mother’s womb Born into slavery. I had no chance brush aside from uncles and aunts abused by the very blood that my heart now pumps through my veins I was cursed from the moment the sperm hit the egg nestle deep within my mother‘s womb born fighting to be loved to be wanted, and safe only to fear my very faith grow up, like them, or try and take the curse, and never suffer forever more at a young age to beg for death because that must be better than this I was curse from the moment the sperm hit the egg nestle deep with my mother‘s womb born, wishing to be in a tomb