The circumstances of my birth
Defines my space within the space of human existence
You ask why your parents, the ones who screwed each other
So your father could pop a sperm into your mum had to leave so early
We agree that they were of no use to us anyway
Maybe life knew they would play a cruel joke on us
So it helped us and got rid of them
To read the full poem, please go to: The Poetry of Belinda Otas
