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For I am new,look not upon me with pity, and sympathy, to the world i've been born
think me as light, even when darkness is all you see,
my Little hands and feets tender as they are, shall someday roughen and toughen, to bear a mind of it's own,
weep not on my behalf dear mother, for once, you were as I.

my palms weren't big enough to hand shake father,
so i gave it my all, grabbed a hold of his fore-finger,
I squeezed only for as long as my feeble hands could.

the journey begins, yet still unclothed I am,
with these early tears, I plead to the world "be gentle with me", but as every tender heart before, our plea fades unheard
faces stare into mine, telling me with their smiles, the miles they've walked
i try to let them know, i've fought battles of my own,
for in millions we came, to a place destined for one alone,

Patiently,I shall await my turn to walk the mile,
and maybe someday, a tender heart, will see and tell, by my smile.