Looking back

I learned it, in my younger days,
that they were not desired, ways
of mine and that I was a nought.
They bullied me to make that thought.

They always put me down to earth.
They always made me lick the dirt.
I was a child and learned a lot.
I learned no way I power got.

I should have been by adults taught
to see myself in battle fought
by evil mob against The Lord
and that I points of glory scored.

Perhaps I then would be a kind
of resource, being so assigned.
Now I am special, on my own,
alone by God, a chance blown.