What's left?

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Submitted: September 23, 2016

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Submitted: September 23, 2016



I'm here all alone

The sound of footsteps are at home

No one sees me

Because no one can

I just want to hold a familiar hand


Now I'm sitting in the light

They don't turn for they lack of sight

They don't scream for they lack a voice

They don't hear for they lack the choice


I want attention, not too much

But just to feel my mother's touch

I was sick and I was scared

Though I was not physically impaired


The sight of disgust on my mother's face

She told the world of her disgrace

She could not see she could not hear

It's not her fault

Don't have those tears


The helpers put me in a room

A shard of glass which held my doom

My life was short

Not at all well lived


Don't give abortions to your kids.

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