I was guilty from birth.
Who can judge me?
I was cursed from the womb.
Who can love me?
I failed from the beginning.
What can come out of me?
Like a street dog I am before them all.
The garbage bin I thought was bed.
Ants and flies I thought were mom.
Papers and plastics I thought were dad.
Besides them I knew none.
Sorrow and hurt became friends.
Shame I wore as my only garment.
All they saw was disgust and my shocking smell.
They both enjoyed the moment of their pleasure.
She smiled to him and him to her and loved.
Then I was formed and I intervened.
He went west and she went east, I stayed in the bin.
I was made to bring disgust and to nag.
Happiness hated me, love rejected me and justice ignored me.
Like a homeless dog on the street I am to them all.
I knew no love then I loved none.
I knew no care then I cared for none.
I grew in blame so I blamed everyone.
I grew in hate rate so I hated everyone.
Poverty is my boss, the street is my office.
Everyone who passes by is my victim.
I was guilty from birth who can judge me?