Bastard

Existence
Wrapped round and round with layers of lies
Unknown origins
Secret love's delight

Midnight
Stars blazing on high, but nothing immaculate
Quickened cry
And gush of life

Bastard
Spoken in whispers, never to my face
Mother's disgrace
cold hatred at the teat

Childhood
The price paid for being born
Dark times
Stark memories of bottled rage

Acceptance
The gift given to oneself each day
Speaking faith
That even a bastard is worthy