Oh! ! mom where you are
am not asking to take me with you
just want to see your face and ask
what's wrong between me and you
Oh! ! dad where you are
am not asking to take me with you
just want to see your face and ask
why you dropped me like few peoples do
Was it I, who asked God to make me a mess
don't you feel sad when I was thrown in the dust
never thought, the caring words I heard when am in the woumb
will be washed by the air, like morning washes the moon
My cries are just for your love
and not for your mistakes
though I have been pushed out
for you both I still got my love
I will pray to GOD for sure
If mom gives birth again to a baby sis or brother
he/she should be the prettiest on earth
but not like me.... a dumb retarded....................
Sebastine Humaemo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-bins-cos-iam-retarded/
