You are born to rule I know, but
I am born to hunger and pain.
You are born to care and share, but
I am born with evil eyes and unfair.
You are born with lovely face and
Uncommon grace, but
I am born with no pious mess
And guilty craze.
You are polished
But I have my own
Immaturity.
You are white
And I am black
With no opportunity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem