TO BE CALLED A BASTARD
There are black faces in the house, I hope everyone is aware?
There are mighty demons on blouses, I hope everyone is aware?
We've had different critics about bastards, I hope everyone is aware?
We have grown today, we can't apply a rebirth, I hope everyone is aware?
No shame in this, no pity in this, no tears in this, be calm alive!
No blame in this, no dignity in this, no fear in this, be wise alive!
If i have a father, i would be glad, because he'll never let me die alive!
If my mother is not the new York talented slot, I could stand there and unbiased!
But hey, as it turned out, hell is my new home
Belittled and of a poor growth, diseased, bereaved and casted
Come now! and let me tell you that I'll work hard for gold instead
I should rewrite this story, to grow old in the good wealth that i deserve.
© Justina Jacob
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