Outcast Poem by Suhad Salih Abubakar

Why do they look at me the way they do?
Why do they neglect me so?
Born of a woman
Fathered by a very potent man
Yes! I was not cracked out of a shell...
But conceived for nine months
And through the tedious labor pains
I was presented to this cruel world

It was not an easy job
My mother's ceaseless prayers
My father's untiring efforts
His efforts at night and at dawn
Creatively brought me into existence
I was not born by chance
Nor was I born by mistake
I was specially made with a purpose
Though neglected by own people
I still hope for a miracle.

So while they sit on their high horses
And cushion their buttocks with fine leather
Their fingers adorned in gold and silver
And their eyes looking down on me
I wonder if the needed efforts were exerted
Into bringing them into existence
Did their fathers exert effort like mine did?
Did their mothers want them like mine did?
Or were they left to chance and luck?

I on the other hand
The true fated destiny child
I sit in the mud
My shriveled cheek bones and jaw bones
Reflect the poverty rooted in my veins
I am a nobody
A daughter of a nobody
I know nobody
And nobody knows me
I am the always a topic worth discussing
And yet the say i am not a part of them.
An yet they call me outcast