If Born from This Soil

This world is a burden

And it disgusts me.

I want to deny it,

Its inhabitants and their possessions.

I'm embarrassed to know

This soil produced me.I'm dying to be elsewhere,

Trying not to belong in a nature

Of impulse and self indulgence.A brother to none,

my kinship lies elsewhere.

I am separate and loyal to no one,

If born from this soil.I'm embarrassed to know you;

you do not represent me.

a likeness only in structure,

Not in mind.