A History

Born differently,
radical siblings,
a poverty
experience
coupled to
strict parenting
of two opposing
extremes,
devoid of childhood
liberty, normality.
Scarred feelings
and a bruised ego;
growing emphatic
well-accustomed
to suffering,
the notion of feeling
becoming a central theme.
My life has been comprised
of the remittance
of a third eye
never blind,
rather wide and starry
forever
staving the sigil
of a lifetime
awareness
of heartlessness.
I herald a unique
persona,
it fetters my freedom,
my devil-may-care,
my devil may cry
I am too aware.

and as time goes on,
I realize the bliss of the blind;

there are too many dimensions.