The Illegitimate Seed Poem by Frank Adie

They call me illegitimate,
An accidental outcome of a condemnable insertion,
The consequence of an illicit pleasure,
The reap of a seed sowed in darkness,
The prove of my father's adultery,
A product of abnormality,
A socially deficient child,
A potential deviant.

Yet as a student in a class of fifty,
Filled with legitimate children,
I always come top in my class,
And a legitimate seed was always the last.

I am definitely not my condition,
And my condition does not defined me,
I am an innocent victim of social brand,
Before God, I am a first class child.