I am rarely loved from the moment of my conception
Brought fresh into the world as one of many
Any one of the products of recombination
Mimicking DNA in the way I contain
From past generations
The building blocks of knowledge
In novel variations
Or at least, I challenge your recollection
How well you synthesized the information
Or whether you fell back on mere memorization
I was made to bear your disdain
To be glowered over
Torn apart, maimed
Given away
As soon as you could no longer look at me
Unwanted, something you never wished for
I never wished to be born
But I serve a purpose
Even if you don’t like it
Sometimes, I am lucky
Sometimes, a few would smile down at me
With a soft caress as warm welcome
But this is seldon
It is more likely for me to be buried
Forgotten
Hidden amongst the many others like me
Alike as any targets of contempt could be
Yet made unique in my neglect
By the inky badge I wear
A reminder of your striving sufferance
Or sheer indifference
Towards what I stand for
And what you want
In the end