Poetry Practice Free Write

"In the beginning
There was me"
Because her life prior was
Constantly heading towards and end
Until it began
With one egg
One sperm
2 minutes
2 fools
And theres talking so I can't write freely
Back into my thoughts

"In the beginning
There was me"
Thighs parted to the sky
Tail bone tucked under
A young mother
9 months had finally got her to the starting line
At 10 pounds 6 ounces I kissed the scales of justice on the determining side
That is to say
I was born to make my own decisions
I am the immeasurable
I am the independent variable
And yet
I know there is no way I can be who I was that day when this all started
None
I have shed my skin more times than my 20/20 eyes have tried to stare at the sun
I have pulled out enough hairs that I have grown new follicles
I have replaced infinite possibilities with mortal mistakes and I have lost every chance somewhere in that hospital's hallways
So the beginning
Is today
Because in the beginning
There was me
And today's me is not the same as yesterday's
Too many men think they are in their prime when really all they are is them
Primed
As in annotated as a derivative of that which came before
And what came before me
Was man
Too high to care that he was on top of
Inside of
A little girl
But that little girl gave birth to a new beginning
Her chance to make things right
Which is why I got a whoopin when I tried to be left handed
Somehow that me that came prior to this beginning knew that the left side of the body is controlled by the right side of the brain
Somehow knew
That the right side of the brain controlled creativity
I somehow knew
Prior to my prime that I was supposed to write poetry
But that me did not know that poetry existed
What it could do for the soul
That me
Did not know that she had a soul that needed tending to
So she treated her thighs like tender serloins
But that me is over
Finished
Ended
And in the beginning there was me
When beginnings end there is me
Because I am what sees
With 20/20 hindsight
It's clear to me
That the beginning is nothing but a new name for the end
This is the end of this poem
The beginning of the activity of the areas of my mind this freewrite has exposed

The start.