I wasn’t born of this earth,
I’m no child of it
I have no ties to this earth,
Refuse to bind to it
But I must learn of this earth
Feed from this eartg
Grow from this earth
I must understand the ways of this earth all to justify my self worth.
I must uproot and reroot
And in turn reap from this earth
Mother at the hearth father up her skirt daughter is a blur for we see her once a year
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