Throw Away Child

by

Faye Hoffman

There was a black cloud over Texas,
the day that I was born.
The Doctor told my mother,
she's in trouble,he did warn.

Momma thought it over.
She knew that he was right.
Nobody wants a sick child.
She just kept me out of spite.

My Father came and found me.
He had his reasons too.
But only for a short time.
He had other things to do.

Many houses,many homes.
Different faces,all in a row.
They look you over,they want to see.
They want a child,it won't be me.

Many houses,many homes,
different places,I'm on the run.
Hiding in the dark,hiding in the light.
Looking over my shoulder,
staying out of sight.

Unwanted and unloved.
A child out in the cold.
Abandoned,confused,and lost.
Only thirteen years old.

Just a throw away child.
That's the name by which I'm known.
Alone,looking,and wandering,
through life where I'm alone.

Learning how to live,
in a world to you unknown.
A monster on ever corner.
You meet them on your own.

You're a throw away child.
You have demons you can't kill.
Through your lifetime,
an aching you can't fill.

Nothing left inside you,
nothing you can feel.
Just a sort of anger,
that can never,ever heal.

The throw away child,easy to recognize.
In the prisons,on the streets,
homeless shelters,who we mistreat.
The Throw Away Child.

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by: Calli Austin Cole
from: Dallas, TX, US

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