Born into this world, shrouded by hate and misery,
Unknown to me, I will be wealthy or in scarcity,
For he, the creator, the almighty,
Is the only who, knows all with clarity.
Blinded, I am, to reality,
Uncertain of happiness or calamity,
When, the first rays of the sun,
Fall on my face,
I am awoken, to truth, of color and race.
Privileged or cursed, parented or orphan,
Be what it is, be daughter or son,
Childhood lived is half the battle won
Dark as night or bright as the rising sun.
Trauma and pain, loss or gain
Stories of life from living and slain
To bow down and wane or fight to reign
Think seldom and conquer the bane.