doomed before birth

I was doomed, to be traumatized
in the womb, with my mama’s cries
in the room, where my father died
because the wounds, to my father’s pride
consumed by proof, in his bottle’s lies
my roots, are from bottled lives
boundaries bruised, with shouts and touted knives
where truth, was bound to rise
under roofs, where secret lovers drown at night
much abuse, fueled the fuse in the brownest eyes
two hearts glued, both posted in Army forces-
postmortem, post traumatic disorder-
birthed an orphaned youth, soothed by morbid music of his mama’s cries
who was doomed…to be traumatized