GENES

 

The softness of your skin is what I desire,

I’m blazing hot for you and I’m on fire,

Your beauty and your eyes is what I admire,

I only flew with you once, as we were fliers.

 

Your hand is reaching for mine,

We have lost moments in time,

I can hear your voice while it chimes,

You are number one in my prime.

 

I only know when you talk your nose moves,

Time makes a stand and shows what it proves,

So does the birth of new life and their genes,

It’s very powerful and will illustrate what it means.

 

Our genes will be past down to a new generation,

A girl becomes a woman with menstruation,

While a boy becomes a man with ejaculation,

While so much truth will be place on this true valuation.

 

When a male falls in love with a female,

Reproduction and life can be formed,

It helped me to give awareness,

As I felt endangered and was the scariest.

 

I fell in love with Denise and we reproduce,

That our children will make a difference in humankind,

As I will always love her as the knot is deuce,

As I remember that Friday afternoon giving a sign.

 

I didn’t want to push the panic button to fast,

As I had to catch them in the act,

I know for certain that I had a stroke at work,

The pain and stiffness in the back of my head gave the alert.

 

I just wanted to go home where I felt safer,

I recall briefly looking for that piece of paper,

I feared for my life and as I knew it was all true,

Of the contract scandal and other info that I knew.

 

It was terrifying not to be covered under any laws,

My Charter was broken with a cause,

I couldn’t trust anyone except Denise,

I was a victim of a crime underneath.

 

I was numb and paralyzed,

Living with psychosis as I tried to realize,

To live life as a new adjustment,

Living with an illness created judgement.

 

No one took me serious and believed,

When kept saying about Martha Mitchell Effect,

I was just thankful that I had Denise as she relieved,

As she was everything and didn’t want to bisect.

 

Now my family is gone missing,

No one cares and don’t listen,

If I do anything that will put me back in the ward,

My writings are the only thing I can do, as it is my sword.