BORN CURSED
Conceived through an act of drunken lust,
unwanted, unplanned but to be born I must,
the consensual adulterous immorality,
that has no control over its sensuality.
Born as a bastard into a world of judgement,
spurned and scorned as an object of defilement,
pushed and shoved from place to place,
as nobody really wants to see my face.
I'm only a child, I never asked to be here,
couldn't you have controlled your adulterous affair,
how could your wrong be any fault of mine,
I had nothing to do with all your good time.
All I ask is for love and acceptance,
just for who I am and not my deliverance,
I did not choose my arrival on earth,
I did not choose the parents of my birth. ©
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