(without use of 'and', 'a', 'an' and 'the')
They wondered how I could survive
Eating stews that hurt with disdain
They wondered how I could endure
Drinking brews that hunt with pain
If only they'd seen how I braved through
Losing warmth when I was fire
If only they'd seen how far I went
Fleeing the wind when I was air
Then they'll understand why I still hold needles
When life's fragile threads conspire with hate
Then they'll understand why I still sculpt art
When virtuous clay yearns but my hands refuse to mate
