Pity Yes Pity No

I was told I was left at a factory
For only a year I stayed with a family
Perhaps it was because of the policy
All of it is gone from my memory

My next stop was an orphanage

At two and a half I ate white rice
And my hair was short to keep away lice
Perhaps by luck, a roll of the dice
A family came for me, so loving and nice

They took me ‘home’ overseas

I grew up in a small city
Not ideal, but very pretty
My childhood was good, far from shitty
So, I don’t need any pity?