I am the bringer of light
Illumination you may not like
But I know what I shouldn’t know
And it wills out
Are your children really yours
From the position of a woman
Whom you got to know
But didn’t conceive
Of the same name
As a mother of your child
Who couldn’t coinceive
And Jana wrote
That her child wasn’t yours
Is any of your children
Really yours
I doubt it
With all the doubles
And your clones
I don’t know half of the abuse
But I’m learning
There’s so many shades
So many shades of Me
Is any of your daughters
Is any of them yours?