Rising From The Ashes

I came as a shadow, a discount in my stepfather’s eyes,
After he married my mother, I was a stranger in disguise.
A different blood in a foreign home,
An alien, lost and unseen, where I roamed.

Among four black cows, I spent my days,
Barefoot, I roamed where pastures and water led.
Through long distances, side by side we went,
At night I milked, but the taste;
My tongue never could comprehend.

In my father’s vast garden, I toiled in vain,
Working the fields beneath the sun’s fierce reign.
With the other laborers, I planted and reaped,
But my labor earned me only a line, so deep—
No inheritance for those who are not his own.

I am weary of being unseen,
My presence only an irritation,
To the man who should have been kind.
My poor mother, with no voice of her own,
Can only show pity, a sympathy she’s learned to condone.

I will no longer drink from their empty cup,
Their love will never grow, no matter how much I wait up.
My cries will fall silent, unheard in the dark,
For the piece of land is too small to ignite a spark.

I will leave, join those who have found their way,
I’ll add a string to my key of success today.
Around my neck, I’ll wear it tight,
So it never falls, and I’ll take flight.

On the tracks, I’ll head toward the city’s light,
Financing my studies, ready for the fight.
I’ll build my own legacy, an inheritance to call mine,
I’ll start a family that will value me, with love that will shine.

I won’t give up—this is my fate, my truth,
To rise from the ashes, reclaim my youth