Never should I have won the race to be human
Now I wish Momma should have closed her thighs,
Papa should have climaxed elsewhere
Maybe artificial selection should have served its purpose.
Done no wrong to bore these stripes, to be fed with hunger
Without consent, my sanctuary is violated,
To the holy father’s, I am just another pawn
Sacrificed at the altar of sexual cravings.
In misery, I have cried for help
Yet like others, you look away,
Serving justice, you heap me with the burden of blames
But you forget, I could be your karma.
Written by Chimezie Nebolisa