Birth of a fool
My birth gave me an option
I wasn't ready to choose-
Either pride or shame, I must have one
Harder are the blooded ones to compromise
Cause if you win, you are the former
If you lose, you become the latter
And I gambled with both because
Subservience pays the interest.
When I was still in a womb, I was sold
My wings were clipped before it could develop.
Like a doll I was displayed and glorified for lies
Became a bait to catch the troubled fish
For a profit that wasn't mine
Caught in a cocoon I cannot escape
Unwillingly, I evolved into a beautiful fool.