Poem: Born

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My poem was born from words’ womb
My words were born from imagination
My imagination was born from observation
My observation was born from curiousity

They’re born without father
and don’t need him
But, they have mother
who will always love and take care of
so that they can grow up: bigger, higher, wilder
and at the same time: killer (if they could be)

August 4th, 2020