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IN A CURT WORD
I EMERGED HURT
WHEN BIRTHED IN AN INFIRMARY 
WITH AN INFIRMITY
CURSED WITH ADVERSITY
TURNED THE HURT INTO CREATIVE DIVERSITY
AS I ETERNALLY BURNED DERMALLY
MY GRAMMAR DISCERNED ETERNAL ‘E’
A NEW ETERNITY WAS BIRTHING ME
AND THE HURT WAS REVERSED IN ME
AS I GREW EARNESTLY
FROM WHAT WAS ONCE PERTURBING ME
IT MADE ME GROW AND LEARN INADVERTENTLY
THEN I TURNED TO DISPERSING VERSES, BUT NOT COMMERCIALLY
YET EMERGING A BETTER PERSON, BECAUSE LIFES DIRT HAD ALERTED ME
THAT THERE WERE TOO MANY SERPENTS, THAT WERE SLITERHING SERPENTINE
AND SEEKING TO BE HURTING ME, MORE THAN VERBALLY
I ONCE QUESTIONED MY WORTH, BECAUSE I ONCE FELT NONE WERE CONCERNED WITH ME
BUT THEN I AGED INTO A SAGE AND WOULD SHRED A PAGE
AFTER DISCLOSING HIGHS / LOWS, BLESSINGS AND COSIGNED WOES AND ALL DEMONS PERVERSITY
SO I GREW INTO A MAN OF MODERNITY, MORE LIKE A FUTURIST WITH A FORESEEN FUTURE LIST
AND MY POETRY MADE ME A GRAMMATICAL PUGILIST, ALTHOUGH AT FIRST NERVOUSLY
I SCURRIED QUITE HURRIEDLY, DUE TO INSECURITY & UNCERTAINTY
AND SO I SPEWED NERVOUSLY, BUT THEN FINALLY CAME TO RECOGNIZE
THAT NOT EVERYONE WOULD RECKON EYES, WHETHER OR NOT I BLEED BURGUNDY