My mother gave me birth in december ninety four
An unplanned pregnancy for a woman lost in doubt
Emerging from her wombs as an unexpected love
I was nearly human: a life they could discard
Mother, father
Would your lives be the same without my existence
Am I a disposable son or the latest relic of a buried love
Was I a blessing or a curse for a couple in disguise
But now I must remove myself from
My parents's creation
Bludgeoning these pages with dolorous words
Could not resolve or replace the past
But it's okay, I'll take away the grief
Mother, father
Would your lives be the same without my existence
Am I a disposable son or the latest relic of a buried love
