Then I was in a womb
And I had no name.
I was given my broom
For the sweep of my game.

To be passing my curves
Not too wide, not too narrow
And believe in my dwarfs
Like Egyptians in pharaoh.

Just like diamond in rough
Doesn't shine from the bounds.
And the neck for giraffe
Doesn't give him the cloudes.

To be eating with spoon,
To be breathing with nose,
Catching sharks with harpoon,
To be washing my clothes.

To achieve what I worth,
To be watching my mouth
And to steer ship my North
Then wind blows me South.