In her womb lies a bastard child

A fleeting desire, or feelings of love?

A fire of longing gathered between ribs — or a mere night’s whim?

Fear of society, or vengeance against it?

Who am I, and how was I shaped, and who found me?

What was my state when they discovered me?

Who is my father, and who is my mother?

Do I resemble her in cruelty, or am I moody like him?

How could they both abandon me on such a dark night?