Failure was our only kind

Poorest from the richest

From the biggest of minorities

Foreign and forlorn

By my early childhood memory

Born to do construction work

But forced to self-destruct my mind

I tried to grow a sense of pride

When failure was our only kind

Ashamed of where I came from

Even though I never lived abroad

I reproduced the stigma for acceptance

I still felt a fraud

Nothing kills me quite as much

As watching children grow

They‘ll never live to see the day I saw

They‘ll never know