I was born because

I was born in melancholy,

pink flesh and fragile bones, crying

and begging to be cared for,

I was born fragile,

And taken from my mothers arms,

placed under a surgeons knife,

I was born deformed,

marked and different,

so very unlike, the brothers and sisters before me,

I was born to be unhappy,

so that others could look at my baby face,

pink flesh and tears, and the eye patch,

and be happy that I was alive.