I was born in a hospitalnthat was very big and whitenThe hands of a male doctornpulled me into the lightnMy grandmother cutnthe umbilical cordnand I took my first breathnin a maternity wardnnThey gave me food and shelter.nthey gave me clothes and thingsnI was allowed to go to schoolnand I was encouraged to singnI was healthy,nI was a privileged soulnand I am lucky today,nand thankful on the wholennI am called Scorpio,nif they got the date rightnI cannot transcend this casteneven if I triednnI hope to killna great lion somedaynand I will because withnwork ethic I was raisednnFire, Water, Earth, Wind have gonento Matthew, Mark, Luke, and JohnnnElements are assigned.nStars given names.nBaseball on T.V., pictures in framesnI am still huntingnfor the hide of such sheennMy hair is still curlynand my eyes are still greennnStick a needle in my eyenI'm middle class 'til the day I die