Lionkiller

I was born in a hospital

That was very big and white

The hands of a male doctor

Pulled me into the light

My grandmother cut

The umbilical cord

And I took my first breath

In a maternity ward

They gave me food and shelter

They gave me clothes and things

I was allowed to go to school

And I was encouraged to sing

I was healthy

I was a privileged soul

And I am lucky today

And thankful on the whole

I am called Scorpio

If they got the date right

I cannot transcend this caste

Even if I tried

I hope to kill

A great lion someday

And I will because with

Work ethic I was raised

Fire, Water, Earth, Wind have gone

To Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John

Elements are assigned

Stars given names

Baseball on T.V., pictures in frames

I am still hunting

For the hide of such sheen

My hair is still curly

And my eyes are still green

Stick a needle in my eye

I'm middle class 'til the day I die