So drunk the child took two years to walk
Who could tell, how well you'd think and talk?
Out of lust you were born
Parallel thoughts of love, a mothers scorn.
Bound integrity held for shame,
Mama, the child and with whos name
There was more to be had
Sometimes good, sometimes bad
That's just the way it is, even for kids
Copyright © Stanley Dorsey | Year Posted 2017