POETIC GENES

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My father?
My father is an enigma
A puzzle I have yet to solve
I still remember his song, or prayer

(An interpretation)
“O Zakaria, O Zakaria
May you fall in a pit of poop
And find no one to pull you out”

Prophetic words that make me smile to this day
Oh! and by the way
Now I know where my poetry flows from
Baba, I love you!

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