Written by ELSPEN WRYTES
I’m 3 minutes old, should be 5 by the end of this talk
I can’t really see, ’cause it’s not time yet,
Though I’d will myself to squint a little
I can feel someone carrying me, and I also feel real slimy
Yuck. Red slime all over me, and what’s that long rope they’re cutting from my navel? Huh?
They cleaned me real good till there was no hint of slime left on my perfect skin
And I felt pretty warm as I was snuggled up into warm clothes
Only I prefer where I had previously been, though it was slimy and dimmer, but warmer and quieter
Now someone was rocking me and I could hear some kind of noise
A distinct noise I’ve been hearing since I entered into existence
Sounded like the cry of a distressed baby kitten, in soprano
Only that it wasn’t a kitten. It was me.
A five minutes old me.
Hi world! Which country please?
Text © ELSPEN WRYTES
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