Dirt and death all surround me
they are that which I hope will make me
Like placenta and like the baby
from deep in them comes vitamin.

All the world is condescending-
sorry for my unfortuneity,
despite all this, I will remain me,
and hope some day that they will hail me.

At last the day I long is here now,
the funny foes of yesteryear
are here before me to cheer, to bow
and claim like they knew I mushroomed
overnight, somehow.

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