You've had a choice, great multitude of people,
You could have picked and loved somebody else.
But You’ve picked me, so insignificant and little
Oh, God, you have selected me out of the rest.
I could have been ran over, eaten or forgotten,
Possessed and drunk, on drugs or sexually abused
Thrown down to survive and treated as some garbage,
Be beaten, bitten, broken, and turned into absurd.
Torn into small peaces, frequent, endless jails
Thrown off a plane, locked up and left to die,
Or maybe lived in Fiji as “Do Little”