Secret Poem by Vera Sidhwa

My secret was that I was born.
No one knew of my birth.
No one knew my worth.
I was born in a Third World nation.

My secret was that I grew into an older child.
No one knew of my adolescence.
No one knew I was God's worth.
I grew up in a Third World nation.

My secret was that I became an adult.
No one knew that I grew up.
No one knew I was God's grown-up child.
I grew up in a Third World nation.

My nation's populace was one billion.