Nonetheless I'm a child Ain't I? As innocent and gregarious As your kid Whose only claim to legitimacy stems from a wedlock witnessed by hordes of influential socials
Come to think of it ain't I as innocent as your child? but moral upkeep was seldom a forte of we the hapless, lifeless rag pickers
I'm lucky I love my mother I'm happier She too loves me Holds me dear dearer than her life, honor and dignity
So what if she doesn't know my father's name does it matter? should it matter? Leave alone the name She can't even recollect his face He truly was a faceless man nay he wasn't a man he offsprung from muck lived in muck and became one himself
