Without prior practice,
Not even once,
With no previous knowledge of the track,
Launched, I learned the track as I found my way to start a life,
Drawn by the waiting cell whose life depended on meeting someone like me,
And my life's one and only mission,
One on my which my very life depended was to meet with her,
When she dies she is sure to make somebody bleed for it,
When I do it is in quiet indignation for failing to fulfill the sole purpose of my life,
Millions like me have cruelly met their death,
Millions who ran the race with me did earn their death by losing the race we ran,
You can be thankful that I won that race,
You can be thankful for the God who gave me pace,
I greet - I am the sperm who gave you life,
You are my prize and I won without practising a second in my life,
Not even for a fraction of a time,
I learned my track as I found my way to start a life,
To save her life - that egg,
To save my life,
In a life giving race of survival.
Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary
Wow...! *still blinking*
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