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Lament of My Life

I think I achieved a lot of what I desired, 
But failed at my best physical aspiration, 
Only dressing myself for ten days admired, 
Because I couldn’t overcome agitation. 

My parents came over all the way in the car, 
Scoffed and scoffed at me, got me foul looks, 
Because they knew that I could cold shoulder, 
And become credible in my atheistic hooks.

However, I am happy everyday in knowing, 
That I attained normality, my real condition, 
Having been given a male OT for controlling, 
My spasms, having to that person a relation. 

Also, I think my mum didn’t want the blame, 
For failing with me first time when I was three, 
‘Cos she claimed it was my personality, lame, 
Not hers, and her faith healing posits definitely. 

So when I tried hard with my doctor when 20,
At university, after forty-minutes of OT time, 
When he happily became my desired male OT, 
And I dressed myself, I then had a normal line. 

But I reverted to my disabled self upon looks, 
From my parents after ten days and exploded, 
A volcano came up right inside of me, no nooks, 
So that was that, and I spasmed again defeated. 

But I have made most of the friends I imagined, 
Related to people with the same mind and heart, 
Had good times up the pup and on crawls destined, 
Answered questions in tutorials and took part.  

But I was isolated cold by my parents for my poetry, 
As a teen when I only had my poems on computer, 
When I only showed them to friends, carers, gentry, 
To acquire the care and get the respect perambulator. 

So I am happy now to be in an atheist anthology, 
With a few of my poems published for all to read, 
At Waterstones as well as in ebook technology, 
About Stephen Hawking, my hero of good creed.

Copyright © Dominique Webb | Year Posted 2016

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