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  • I was born in the nineteen fifties.

    To a young couple struggling to find a way forward.

    Children of the Blitz and of the colonies,

    Of weathly antecedents and expectations to match.

    I was born deformed

    A foot pointing backwards

    With a stillborn twin

    Before, or after, I do not know.

    My earliest memories

    Pain and suffering

    As a cruel metal caliper

    Twisted my foot into place

    The bones were malleable at that age

    That was understood.

    The mind is malleable at that age

    That was not understood

    Years later,

    After depression and pyschotherapy,

    I knew what was not.

    We live in times where some things are evident

    And some are not

    It's the curse of living

    At any time.
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