I was alive on the day of my birthday.
They told my mother that
She had gave birth to a still-born child
That her child was lying in the metallic tray
Kept just beside the door of the labour room
I was not showing any signs of life
Even after a cardiac massage-a resuscitation trial-a mouth to mouth respiratory effort
So they abandoned me with the coldness of the metallic tray
And you reverend mother
Believed every lie they uttered.
The candelabra like light over your head
Made you dizzy
The doctor with knife in his hand
Looking through the birth canal
Made you feel ashamed
So you forgot to fight the truth
To fight the death that awaited me
The death that remained unreal
For I could not die.
I remained alive, timeless
Through the memories of angels,
In the dreams of the debonair mystic
I existed inside the rhythm of the heart
And at the heart of the rhythm.
I am endless, immortal, legion
For I am many.