The Lost Child
can’t you see me? I am
can’t you hear me? I am
what am I?
illicit creation
a mistake? an existence?
why am I?
my pack is family
you see us on the street
you avoid us
identity respect
I find no acceptance
I don’t fit
so you give up on me
and I give up on you
turn away
you try to wipe me out
I wipe you out with drugs
smoke and drink
you disappear I don’t
unremoveable stain
I exist
despise me move me on
imprison me hate me
I still breathe
respect you? respect me?
listen to me hear my scream
show me love
what you do for the least
you do for me He said
hear His child
don’t judge don’t fear just love
see Him in me and care
as He cares
poem by Diana Thomas
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