When I arrived the World

Sorrow and pangs that pulls me up

When I arrived the world
Father was busy loving
His morning and night running
Behind naked black w***e
Mother was busy wiping my openings
The fluid that gushes with ease
My siblings wail shattering her sleep
Within years she come lean
Large weak bone surface
As life ages father left
Then our second feminine
Father fled... With a black termite
Like a mouse into an anthill
We are doomed to die or beg
It was hell and years flow
Sometimes I lost our paper meal
Sometimes I punish our soul
Father crept in the anthill shadow
I suffer with my white sibling
My two black grew more mother

It was hell with the woman
Her husband and children unfriendly
Twice four ear I did left after him
I fell into the old father mother cushion
There I grew and earn wings
There I coast far and free with smile
Far and wide then to north
Here I am who know the next.

Author's Note

It ain't easy though, just read the line to know what I am.