I’m not in pictures that your parents took
I’m not described in your stack of holy books
I wasn’t born in your seven days
I’m not the monster your fathers made
Can’t break my bones if you can’t pronounce my name
I’ll elude what your top thinkers might conceive
And your “wanted” sketch doesn’t resemble me
I wasn’t born in your family tree
I don’t want blood
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