I saw a black and white
Picture in one of my
Uncle's chest of drawers
Its corners dog eared
The sight of those captured amazing
Half clad Children, bare footed
Pot bellied and lanky alike
And I saw someone
With smudges in his eyes
Cheeks and wrist smeared
By a black scum of mucus
That often dripped
From his nose.
He was naked
And a prepuce still
Hung over the urinal orifice.
He was the only naked one
There was no sign
To show I could be the one
Still my uncle insisted
I was the one.
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