From Saturn, I am thinking of a return,
But look at me, how can I even make my face turn?
Not only am I so distant,
I am also very different.
Papa told me he fell in love,
With a species he used to shove.
Out from this love, I was born,
But reality was hard, because I was born wrong.
Growing up was an immense pain,
Because on earth most likely I would be chained.
So much in me I wanted to reveal,
But all the while I was asked to conceal.
Now papa has gone to be with the dew,
So mama, will I ever see you?
You see me as alien this I knew,
But every night I hope I am still a child to you.
From Saturn I gaze at earth every day,
I hope, I wish and I secretly pray.
One fine day we shall meet again,
Though I know I might be slained.
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