Poor Childs Future
Sister to sister.
The misfortunes of others.
And adoption out of convenience.
But what if the mother never loves the child.
A burden she never wanted.
And she can never have one of her own.
A sickness breeds hate.
A drug attic for a husband.
Her stepfather a wife beater.
Her mother will never leave him.
Her real father a vagrant.
Completely abandon by her family.
And all top of all this a constant reminder of what she can never have.
Something so precious.
An essence of life.
Jealousy turns into hate.
Hate turns into rage screaming at this child non stop everyday.
From morning to night.
Saying all kinds of mean and nasty things.
Destroying what ever self esteem this little one has.
If her sister only knew what she was doing.
She would realize poverty is not a mistake.
Sometimes the easy choices are the hardest ones to make.
Especially when love is involved.
You want to make them quick.
Before you have time to change your mind.
But if you only knew what I do.
You would have thought twice.
But it is not my place.
And what is done is done.
Papers were signed a very long time ago.
Like a blood pack.
Their is just no way of going back.
A retraction would make me happy.
But I do not see it in this poor child's future.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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