'Broken Children'
make way for the crying child pat me on the back, hand me your false sympathy make up for all i lack a parade of broken children marching through the jagged days watching me with buring eyes begging me to come out and play i wallowed in the playground wishing that i were whole and real i wallowed in their sympathy i cut myself so i could feel if only i were invisible if only i were like you a woman who had no childhood A child with no one to turn tochallenge poem Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 09:35 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"make way for the crying child ..."