Family reunions I’m talked about but never seen
Hopefully I will live to see the future
Instead of the present where my insides bleed
Got a lot of scars on me I'll now tell you the stories
But hopefully you don’t take offense
From the dirt and gore to the lovely glory
Let’s start from the beginning when I was pushed out cold
Prematurely that was very bold but my mom was near the brink of death
Cold and naked spanked on the ass to breathe
Wanted in heaven but an immigrant on Earth
I announce myself like others with gasps and screams
Before black and white barriers the world presented
I was happy not scared of no one
Only exception I was afraid and allergic to barrel of the gun
The gun within the tunnel of the core of the sun
I had an image the camera couldn’t capture
My love for life and my mother that captured my laughter
Inside and out comes the love but still battered
Picket fence refused to be shattered
In my teens I was a follower look down upon
Completely spat upon what happen to the world I sated on?
From sitting on the edge of a cloud
To being spat on by massive people in crowds
It’s a curse from hell
Fell face first in the bloody self hate

Leland Wright

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-blood-covering-the-picket-fence-shadow/