Pitiful to Pitiless

Pitiful, I’ve never had less.
Always got scars when I wore a dress,
or too fat for pants.
Too tired to dance.

My name greatly ruined for laughs,
and my hands overworked by crafts
Too kind for crass.
Too modern for jazz.

No hip-hop is ever good for me,
so I listen to rap beats.
Stomp lightly on my feet.
Spit lyrics about free.

I can’t write my mind good enough to read
So no one listens when I plead
I get no good deeds.
Please don’t pity me.