Mother and Ginebra You cried and screamedAs his voice trembled yet againLike hooves thundering on distant plainsRacing through the valleys of earth.You cursed his name again and againAs you swing by my face a bottle of ginDrinking it up until the bottomDrowning yourself in alcohol.Then you said those wordsThat I should have never heardAnd I cried and just asked myself"Am I not one of the fruits of your copulation?"
I Am I am who I am and what I will be.I am the will of my own.I am the force that shall act.I am an observer.With keen senses I watch,Paying to every spectacle that occurs.I am a reader.Opening up new possibilities,Travelling into new realities.I am a writer.A weaver of words,A creator of worlds.I am an artist.Creating and crafting,With every brush stroke in my painting.I am a poet.Meaningful words stringed together,Etching my emotions on a paper forever.I am a programmer.Studying and learning algorithms,Coding and improving computer systems.I am a director.Behind the cameras I smile,Capturing moments