Standing On My Own Two Little Feet

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I was born by a mother

Bedridden by accident

The doctor said she should have aborted me

If not I may not survive or born with two healthy little feet

Broken both legs and in agony

She insisted to have me along with her pain and pain killers

So I was born with two little feet to stand on my own

For she could not take care of me

Only for a month and I was raised by my healthy aunt

When she was better she took me back

And raised me with love, being the only son that she had

For if she had aborted me and followed the wise doctor

She would never have seen me standing on my own two little feet

I grew up in the land of the Malay

The indigenous that have so much privileges and helping hands that await kindly

But strange no helping hands were there to hold me

So I have to stand on my own two little feet

Everyone seemed to be granted a piece of land, a house and a job

I asked my mother why shouldn't we

She said even if we are Malays ourselves, my dear son

We have to stand on our own two little feet

So I have to find my own job, buy my own land and build my own house

With my own money, sweat and blood, saving every cent that I can

While watching my Malay brothers crying and acting demandingly

For not being able to stand on their own two little feet

My son was lucky enough to be in a boarding school

My smile was broad and my chest was full

Not long after soon I realised that I have to settle the bills in full

For I have the ability to stand on my own two little feet

So my son asked me why wasn't he given any laptop as his friends had

With monthly allowance, free uniforms, food and drinks

I say son, don't you know that you as I

Have to stand on our own two little feet

As for the rest lucky Malays, the poor and the rich

They could never stand on their own two little feet

They must be helped, supported and pampered

If not they will cry and cry, sitting heavily on their comfy seats

And won't stand on their own two little feet

Confused and starting to ask about the fairness in life

My son mumbles and mumbles on as he walks away from me

For he knew that like me, he has to spend wisely all his hard earned money

To pay for the house, the land and all that most got for free.