We are born
Each of us
Into a collective
Pushed from our mother's womb or husked from her belly we begin together but we
Start out alone searching for our Other so that we can join together and rival against
The Gods even if but for a moment
And there are those that are loved
And there are those that are loving
And in-between the spaces are those that hope to be one of two of a kind
And some sit in bleachers and cheer for a side
And some are in hospitals fighting for life
And some bellies are empty
While others are thick
The Gods too have their favorites amongst all their kids
And the winners are vaulted
And the vanquished made deep
And the beautiful losers are kept just like sheep
This is for your beauty that's lost unto you
The most beautiful of losers
I love you