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I think back 18 years to my birth- To the beginning of the curse,

When I first came onto this Earth- The start of the hurt.

Born by myself- With half of me missing,

Didn't know then- That at one point my other half would be visiting.

At the the age of 15- I begin to recognize my troubles,

Still I was too young- I couldn't forsee the struggles.

Or the hustles- That I would be forced to make,

I couldn't envision the actions that I would be forced to take.

Made many mistakes- But since a toddler I felt I was destined to be great.

But I was living in the fog- So I couldn't recognize the snake,

My Life was fake- Forged happiness had been bestowed,

Put my faith in God- Since a kid that's what I was told.

But as I grew old- I realized I wasn't sure if I believed,

God had given me nothing- He hadn't proved himself to me.

I've been cursed with a curse- Since the day of my birth,

And it seemed my belief- Had only made the curse worse.

I don't know if he exist- But on my right arm- A tattooed crucifix.

Not to show faith- But to show the sacrifice,

Whether it be story or not- That's how I live my life.

Had a brother taken away- Supposed to be to twin,

Never had the chance- To ever physically see him.

Only in spirit- Has he ever entered my eyes,

He's gives me the strength- Which everyday I use to survive.

So 18 years from birth- I have gained control of my curse,

Finally thinking for myself- I escaped the ride in a hearse.

But it is assured- That one day- My Life will end,

But in my absence- Through these words- They will say,

I remember him.





Michael C. Lucas