some good
some bad,
rational and irrational.
but we find
them.
we cradle them in our arms.
we defend ourselves,
our behavior with them.
unhugged
in childhood,
no lucky breaks, poverty
and shortness
in stature.
the color our eyes,
the shades
of our skin.
the religion one is born
with.
we sing the songs of what ifs,
finding reasons,
some good,
some bad.
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