Spoon-Fed

You’re born, somehow

(Take your pick on creation)

There’s the before time

When memory begins &

the hourglass starts

Life happens & you’re told to do the things

(what things? why?)

In this version you’re left to your own devices

There is no mother, no father, no kin

(no instructions, no safe harbor)

Many well-wishers

Those thoughts & prayers

(useless in this instance)

When the time comes you learn

Having acquired the skills, knowledge, and ability to thrive

Hostility inbound

It’s not who you know, it’s who you’re related to

& there’s no family here

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