Thursday, May 10, 2012

The reproductive assumptions need a pill

Not only was I trying to reach out for your hand, I happened to be trespassing and exploiting the resources meant for somebody else and because it never seemed enough, I planted myself there. Sprouting up under your skies, alternately black and blue, I now stand deeply rooted, abundantly dispersed.
It all started with a weensy seed of assumption that I mattered. That I should contribute.
The truth as it is now:
I am but, a trespasser.
My forest is but, a cursed illegitimacy.

Deforest me when I am asleep. And remember, the fruits of hope should not know they could have had a chance. You owe me that, at the very least.

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