Born on the 33rd.

Reality sort of blurred—

A child, but a god inside—

Confused and nowhere to hide—

Dad never saw my spirit.

Beat me if he came near it.

Mom, busy with the rest.

(The ones who failed the test.)

But tiny me soldiered on

With resources I fed on.

Books filled with knowledge sublime—

Read every one I could find.

Took me a while to find God.

It might seem a little bit odd

For a man born of Spiritual essence

To take so long to learn that lesson.

I learn a bit more every day.

My brain is of modeling clay.

But most of it’s stored in my soul.

He’s really the one in control.

-Benjamin Stone