Born to be

Born to be

A Poem by Mauricio Montoya

Born on the day, when the dead 
Who died in war we're honored
Slap my a*s, woke up in a battle
Doctor said he a boy, 
I had to wonder why I cried
If they died, I'm surprised
Because I am alive, yet.
Being here remember best
Of those who are gone.
Told never forget, why.
As a child then a boy,
My parents didn't need,
Me anymore, the world.
I left sisters that came,
Before me just to forget,
What I never saw, blind.
Never turn an eye, until.

That day dad had died
Father wasn't good
All tears we're dried.
We grown but children,
We became old and hurt
But our mother is with us
Let us lick the wounds
And come together
As one, born again.

© 2025 Mauricio Montoya


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Added on December 22, 2025
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Mauricio Montoya
Mauricio Montoya

oakland, CA



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Love to draw and cook from time to time, when I'm not drawing I’ll write poems. My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe. more..