If I were born today
a newborn creature
hanging out from my mother
gangling on the floor
much like I ever was
when my mother birthed me
ugly, wet, covered in blood,
mucous, bodily functions
the effluence of my short life
I’m a writer, I am an artist
I write because I can
poems, essays, articles
reviews, opinion, comment.
among you, not above you

I want to see you in this huge world

I don’t need Bezos

who squanders our millions
beam me up Scottie

have a word with Captain Kirk
the bad, sad face of capitalism
tell him like us all he has been taken for a ride
I want to be someone you might learn from
I’ve done a few things, travelled a bit
Ive met a few good people

cleared up others shit
Ive got time left, the rest are the best of our days
Im going to spend those days
thInking about you and me so hang around
I am not Greta Thunberg

I’m edenbray the poet
like you I’ve seen baby’s born

my eyes have cried
my heart has been broken

by the of the torture of this world

edenbraythepoet

I, as edenbray – my writers name – the day I redrew myself during CV-19 Lockdown