Damaged Good

Damaged Good

I was born 1000 years
Ancient in my bones
Split me open and you’ll see it
Spaghettio-like hieroglyphics
Past, present, future
Bloody guts that read like tea leaves

I was meant to be here.

I was born 1000 pounds
Plus the weight of the world
Some may call it gravity

Shared humanity weighs like gold.

I was born with ugly truth
Resting in my lungs
Walking pneumonia
Disease of a misplaced soul

Human being not belonging.

I was born in nakedness
Crying out for God.
Inheritance of brokenness
I was not born to understand

I was born to love.
--Jade C., Adults