When I was born
I was ditched in the dustbin
Why did this happen to me
Why did my parents disown me
Maybe I’m a curse
Perhaps they weren’t ready to have me
They could’ve taken me to foster care instead of throwing me in the middle of nowhere.
I have endless questions for them
But I’m grateful to God
Because she sent a random woman to me
The woman I call my mother
Why do people disown us?