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Here I am, neglected
a product of her shame.
The night so cold, I'm freezing
who here would bring me warmth?
Needles enclosed in fur,
dig deep into my skin,
is this the loving welcome
I was hoping to receive?
What is my crime I pray,
that should deserve such home?
What is my crime I pray,
so that I may atone?
I spit upon their consciences,
I curse their stony hearts.
I will not lay in silence
but hold them to their fouls.
Still here I am, neglected
a stranger to my mother's breasts
deprived of it succour
denied of her comfort.
Who here would hear my cry?
Who here would hear my cry?
AlphaSage©
Aloft In Thoughts
So sad
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