8 months of a confined space and i was ready to show my head
skin and flesh around me heaved as my host bled...my cord followed me out into docs hands from between legs
cut free i was welcomed into a loving moms arms
cradled and kissed my young mind sensed i was safe from harm
i gazed up at the ceiling a face and eyes looking back down
lips parted revealing a friendly smile now....round brown things reflected an image of me no doubt
a bald boy wrapped in a towel...the cotton so soft
doors slammed....a male voice was heard and all of a sudden i was held aloft!
'Look at our beautiful baby, Jane.....isnt he perfect?'
cogs turned beneath the surface but what had they blurted?
only time would tell but just now i felt hungry...i craved for food
tears welled in my eyes i tried to scream...then i saw skin nude...raised to a nipple i grabbed a milky boob
with my small mouth i sucked for the white stuff....it was hard goin and soon i'd had enough
yawning i felt my eye lids become lead....daylight vanished and my sub-conscious took over instead
what happened avoided my memory bank.....awake i gazed up from railed surroundings but the rest was blank
coming to again the light of day revealed all....i struggled to see more but all i could see was a brightly coloured wall
in my struggle i felt the need for more fluid intake...with all the energy my little body could muster i began to cry and shake....the already familiar sound of voices showed my kin, knew i was awake
after being fed i had the strangest feeling....my padded diapers had something smelly they were concealing!
after another tear session all was right....clean and content i smiled at those familiar faces generating delight
i had the urge to exchange grins with them....i didn't realise it but i was a budding gem....laughter bubbled to the surface but i couldnt imitate them then
feelings locked up unable to surface.....many facial contortions after but it was all worthless
i was an inferior being....all hearing all seeing but never speaking!
searching in my brain for the ability.....but to remain forever seeking

When i was born a lack of air had damaged part of my brain tissue.....i never knew talk.....but i know i'll miss you
taken for granted YOU cant miss what u never had.....but 23 years on speech still avoids my tongue i cant help but feel sad
Textual writtings help me ink out my emotions.....but sometimes they just well up and i feel potent
anger eats me up at these times....so i try to stay clear of people and channel my thoughts into rymes
sign language only express so much in my world of silence....sometimes my fists turn to anger.....in this life of violence