Doomed before birth

I was doomed, to be traumatized

in the womb, with my mama's cries

in the room, where my father died

because the wounds, to my father's pride

consumed by proof, in his bottle's lies

my roots, are from bottled lives

boundaries bruised, with shouts and touted knives

where truth, was bound to rise

under roofs, where secret lovers drown at night

much abuse, fueled the fuse in the brownest eyes

two hearts glued, both posted in Army forces-

postmortem, post traumatic disorder-

birthed an orphaned youth, soothed by morbid music of his mama's cries

whom was be traumatized

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