Roots by Maj Ikle

I am not a silent poet

Do we belong to our birthdays / planets grooving to choreograph fate
To the women who baked us / diligently discriminating between amino codes
Were we born in a big bang accident / free to jostle and yearn towards superhuman form
Or did we just land lucky/ first on a spot to draw swords to defend our home?

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