They were God’s gift,
I was a demon kid.
They had Angels eyes,
I had the Devil’s stare.
They had pretty smiles.
Mine had no name.
Making merry was their birthright,
Suffering was mine.
They had the power to change,
Whatever they pleased.
Their happy laughs,
Screeched in my ears.
I was never allowed,
To show my teeth.
They went to school,
I tended the sheep.
They wore proper,
I watched with glee.
I had tatters,
Just good for me.
I understood not,
How this could be.
My brothers and sisters,
Treated better than me.
I came to learn,
Through a most cruel deed…
Mother, for a day,
Was good to me.
I took a warm bath,
There were no tatters for me.
I was told to fill this sack,
That growled like a mad dog.
Unlucky for this Witch,
The heavens were on my side!
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