Who made me
When I can't
Form myself.
Who gave me
A paupers'
Ghetto wealth.
Nothing showed me
Any way or any time,
Everything stopped me
But the wrath of this rhyme.

Everyone gave me
Impossible probabilities,
Lessons to test
My own insecurities.
No one found me
In the plainest of sight
Less of a chameleon,
I'm a turtle in flight.

On an elephants speed
I finish fast.
Laugh past the finish line,
As the cheetah is last.
Someone cleared a way,
It wouldn't be mine,
I made this spirit,
In record time.

 

Heather Zir 2002

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