To Abound

Make me a testimony
Pay no more
My alimony,
Orphaned boy
Scared and coy,
Hiding behind the adopted
System, who I am and where I
Am going—molded me has been
In me, for I seek your forgery,
Your signature for earth’s departure,
How great it is to be your child
For wild I lay down, for a crown
Of mercy and love to abound

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