CRIPPLED SOUL

My name is Kato

First born of my mama.

The last one too.

Mama, say it, say it

Say it to me.

“Son, your name, Kato,

You came forth from my womb

First born son

The fruit of my bloom.”

Yes Mama, you say that a lot, Ha!

I was born twisted-

Unorthodox creature

Mugged by the gods

Discarded in the works

Mama! Mama! Tell my story.

“Yes Son, you were born deformed.

Legs so twisted, I winced in pain

When I first saw you

Your eyes searched east, west, south

But never at my face

I felt your gaze

I loved you

Nonetheless.”

I gazed Mama,

I knew I was yours

“Son, your dad, he took flight like a bird

At the sight of you,

I never blamed him though

You were born to me

Only for me.”

I was born of a temper

With a swing in tow

Born of the rage

That swallowed me whole.

I was born of the night

Not a twinkle of light

I was told by the gods

I wasn’t part of the plan

But still I tagged along.

“My broken boy was tough

Avenged me over and over

He broke bones for fun

Never a push-over

Overcompensated for what

He was denied

He came into this world

Weeping, weeping

For the gods who dumped him

Into my arms

He left this world weeping

As it finally dawned on him

That it needn’t have tried

So hard

I loved him

Loved him

Love him

So much

My poor broken boy

I love him “