No Choice to the Way I was Born

Could I been a dog, could I been a cat,
could I been an elephant or could I been
giraffe?

At birth I had no choice to be no other
but me. White or black, rich or poor,
beautiful or not is what I got. I had
no choice to the way I was born.

With arms or no arms, with legs or no
legs, a mind of a genius or a mind of
a child the dice rolls and I have to
accept it.

No choice, No choice to where and how
I begun. Bless or cursed I had no choice
at all. Hate me not for being my mother's
and father's child. Innocent I came into
this world.