You are the product of my words
I spoke you into being
My words entered a chamber called destiny
And you took form there entirely
But now that you’re in my life
Just the way I professed you to be
I will speak another word
For you are here on no account of your decisions
Your presence is not coincidental
It‘s but a matter of precision
You are prisoner to each breath of mine
And subservient to each utterance
So don’t get cocky on me
Do you really believe I’d let you be?
Ha! I have already spoken the word of your release
So you can now leave my life soon and carry on in peace
For you are the product of my words
Copyright©2013 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
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