I

An undesirable orphan

An insufferable flesh

An intolerable sentiment

An obnoxious sight

Born of an inconceivable conception,

Not of an immaculate one.

I am not grown of any stray seed

Scattered in a forgotten field.

I am not the product of any such

mundane sin or chastity.

Like any other life

I was also born for pleasure,

I too had a vision,

Something to achieve

Something to want,

Something to aspire for,

But destined to suffer, endure

Unnoticed, unwanted, unwelcome

Consigned to oblivion,

To the unending fire

Of rejection, exclusion and failure