A purged memory. bouncing on your knee your afro is lumpy happy days you told me stories. thoughts of you, daddy. where are you now that I'm unsure of what's inside me? mother knows but she can't help maybe this check will. surrogate liar. I am your seed was I defective? too light for you so proud with hue? Could you have held back and extinguished me, I'll never know. That, I'll never know. Don't worry pop, I've grown these hairs on my own. I bury you there, back bouncing on your knee, with your afro lumpy, telling me stories, daddy.Birth sign: Virgo
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