Ignorant People

Born as I was to ignorant people

Too traumatized to take me home

Came in a car and left on an embankment

Covered with pine straw

But instinct saved me

Something innate

Made my wet lungs scream with hate

Scream with hatefound as I was fixing a flat tire

He'd run 'em bald

The schemer looked down upon the screamer

Like buried treasure

He nursed me and cherished me

And trained me to be

What is here in front of you

A ticket to see, a ticket to see fate has been so good to me

You may not understand

How I can be thankful to be where I am

To be where I am