I am small as an ant to this universe, don’t have much things to create or cradle myself in some place,
I am little upset with this world, justifying myself is just not enough.
Living like rats, and animal creatures, even animal have nothing to fear,
i may be lead to death, if i born in this world.
i have too face, and live in this race,
have to face all disgrace.
I have done nothing, still fingers point on my name,
Lifting the burden, is this my fate?
I was born unknown, didn’t know all these strains are were on my name,
all these were running from long, i was not even a member of this world.
things were hunting me before i was born,
I was a little kid, unaware of these nasty world.
I was born, become victim of all, racism as they called.