I was born between parallel lines born too early, between life and death.
Parallel Lines
Told I would live or maybe die
11 months in the hospital delayed
Parallel Lines
Born as the kid of refugees never American enough never Romanian enough, speaking Romanian. or English to much and to little.
Parallel Lines
Never Christian enough
Never Jewish enough. To the outsiders I walked between Parallel Lines.
However I don’t see paralele lines. I see them all combined a complex. path that comes together making me one line one walk one person they are all of me my paralele lines sometimes bent and crooked they are all of me these lines.
My Parallel Lines are me.
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By Andrea