I now know
Why you rushed me
In that contagious overcrowded street
In those dark blocks
I starved because I'as not so brave and bold
My wounds were the only symptoms and signs
Of my still anonymous disease
I'as vigilant of your ill-tempered laugh
I was the bird caught in your chaff
And as I flapped my wings
You lashed them, you wild beast
Yet you're not begging now
I'm the one begging
Not because I'm a coward
But because I've made myself selfish now.