My days and moons have passed by me Counting on me the day I will try
To create my world with words by wall
And have my life controlled like a ball
The climax had started since when am young
They called me yin yet I deserve yang
Must they right? Have never win a trophy
Is it my ignorance that compose not a strophe
Or in tug of war that I fall over line?
Dangling around arena like a drunker of wine
Is it to woo that I wu like a born-of-milk?
I think am gentle why called me meek
To speak is crime and crime is death
For sure, behind disability there is possibility