Ridiculed, frowned upon for my deformity, what

they consider a lack, my past lives must have been

quite wicked they say, or that I have hidden moral flaws,

how quick to judge when I was little like them, how

the handsome kids threw stones on me for being poor, ugly

and ill mannered. I never had a father, only a mother

that worked 4 jobs to bring end’s meet, those with plenty

love to make small chat, love to cast their opinion then

pat themselves on the back because they gave their

2 cent’s worth, that they took time for wretched me,

and if I said all lives were equal, how incredulous

they would say, of such a notion, damned, condemned, cursed

that has always been the lot I was given. It’s unfair,

and of course all the good men nod their head

without doing anything. All I ever wanted, all any ever wants

is a chance, a fair competition, a start where we are

set at the same level, it is too much to ask.

no, impossible and thus my thoughts become

fantasy and a ride in clouds,

in horses, pandas, my childhood dreams,

I’ve never lived them, not even once.