Nobody's Boy
mothers and their sons
By CaladriusPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
https://cristinabarkerjones.wordpress.com/2013/09/24/black-white-photography-part-3/
The beginning was clear
Adoration and praise when I was near
You loved me, you loved me
Consistent like seasons of the year
...
The middle remained steady
You enabled me, they hated me
You loved me, you loved me
I was made into this, you see
...
In the end I was destroyed
Your conditional gift, a horse left at Troy
Who loves me? Who loves me?
I'm nobody's boy.
About the Creator
Caladrius
“Perhaps it’s impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be.”
— Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game
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