God’s will for me to be born,
my fault why the future didn’t horn;
I failed not in this day but yesterday,
like I only believe but it is heresy;
A father saves me but not in his heart,
a fool sister who keep the secrets cart;
a nagger mother who can’t control her hand,
a youngest brother abuses his little brothers;
Until I die it will still remain,
the day came they will find my sweetest love;
someday I have my own family to be managed,
Not in this family whoever will hates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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