Life of An Orphan

I am a poor tailless cow. The creator chases away my infesting flies. I’m clotheless at the prime of the hamarttan and my only blanket is my feebly tanned skin. I’m barefoot on the pathful of thorns and my teardrops reports my miseries to the earth. I need love and in the midst of mates I go. I’m trashed with the most painful looks, and punched with the heaviest words. My only crony thus remains my mischance. Every right I’m denied. And too bitter is my plea to the ears of the unobliging heads. My merit is always belittled, and my promising tomorrow begrudged. For every good I’m worth I’m sidelined— that’s why I grow wild! My fierce eye devoid of their leniency! My ambition is rent into fragments— that’s why I bust back so hard! And in the end I’m felled, taking my poetic justice.