The Crippled Kid
I ain't crippled of all sorts
But all you see are the odds
My flaws are my fine
that diminish all my shine
for I was bestowed upon with such;
To get it, I did not do much.
Nobody looks around the flaw
Neither skips a chance to put the claw.
For once if they looked inside
keeping all the assumptions aside,
the real me shall appear upfront
who carries the scar of the burnt.
But I've never seeked redemption
All I seek is mere exemption
From the opinion they hold on me
that demand them to have a glee,
They bind the bird within
That could fly aflight of my skin.
