My value

I´ve been on my knees
I have wormed and been forced to beg
Like those developing countries´ rounded-stomach children
except that I don´t look that endearing
even though my eyes will appear from my occiput

So yes, I do know
how it feels to look at all
with the eyes of banished vermin
That´s the reason I don´t want to go back there
I won´t let you pull me under you

I know my value

It´s not much but it´s my value

It´s not about pride
I had to ate it to stay alive
It was left there in the moat
But I´m not going to return to the bottom

I was once there, once got back
It won´t happen twice