I am a child born out of wedlock
Commonly known as a ¡°love child
At mid-century, in this country
A man and a woman put a pan on a stove
And cooked me up.
Flight was the man's number one plan,
So he took off for parts unknown.
There is no bad blood between us:
We never so much as crossed blades.
With her belly full of bitterness,
The woman brought me up.
I call her Mother.
At thirteen I carried her sedan chair
To marry her off.
Mom! Here's for thirteen years
You spent unloved for my sake!
But what first year,
No matter day or night,
You two went at it with such fine abandon!
As for me, I grew up stronger, taller
Than the offspring of families,
And my thoughts come in greater variety.
Here among the dazzlements of this world,
What do I lack?
I lack for nothing.
The great poet Yisa
Writes these words:
¡°I am my own Daddy!