Born out of the upper right quadrant of an urban wasteland. Formed by a poverty of plenty, emotional displeasure, and unbridled anguish. Here I am; the song bird for something from nothing.
They
said that it was highly improbable, that it would not be possible, that
it could not happen, that nothing good or of great value could ever
emerge from the spoils of an illegitimate, tainted, and troubled
existence. It
was concluded that no seed would take root, or left on its own find the
most basic compounds needed to build the structure required to achieve
an informed presence. Yet it did happen.
Because this is so, more and more progress continues to be made each and every day. What this proves is this, you may toss me aside, completely disregard my potential but I shall remain intent on finding my way to the light. So long as the smallest fraction of hope rains down upon me, I will conceive of a way to breakthrough the once hardened crust of abandonment, depravity, and violence.
For I declare, that I am the something from nothing.
JD
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