I Was Not Consulted

I WAS NOT CONSULTED by JOHN M. ARRIBAS Here I am, I was not consulted But unceremoniously evicted Into the cold uncaring world Stranger then handed me furled Into the hands of my ejector She now becomes my protector Forced to become a remora Simple smile turns into an aura Soon my suckling days will end On my own, I’ll need to defend My actions from here on out Mine; that’s, what life’s about Times of sorrow, times to elate Adjust and carry my own freight