I won’t stooped-down in your altitude;
For you and I are poles apart.
Though you always claimed that we’re akin to,
But God knows who’s pure and tainted between me and you.
Instead of frittering away my nobility;
I’ll just reside to be tranquil and happy,
For God blessed me much every day,
So why should I frown and think of you anyway?
One last word from someone who feels sorry for you;
Grow up, stand up and be yourself
For every people is unique;
You can’t be me and you will always be.