Grown in the grace Of the old shore's Malarial embrace. Twist of her fate And a passing storm, I was bathed in streams of cortisol: -- runs in the veins, flows. I've been known to feel like I've been swallowed whole. Sunken, raw, I'll only weigh you down. Numb from the day I was brought home To the island where the blood boils. -- runs in the veins, flows As something ingrained. I've been known to feel like I've been swallowed whole: Born into civil war.