You are unwanted
doors are closed
or opened
only by wind
that cannot read
no sign of welcome
but you know skin-deep
you are unwelcome
no tear
wets the eyes
that blur a vision
you chew spittle
moistening your tongue
your stomach empty
you are hungry
not a crumb in site
you are unwanted
how else can the world
tell you so.
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Poignantly sad situation for the child, living in poverty, thinking he is not loved or cherished by anyone. What loneliness a poor child must feel, the emptiness not only of his belly, but his heart as well! I grew up in poverty, but my parents loved us and did the best they could for us all. I do not understand how a child can go unloved in this modern world, what kind of selfishness it must be to deprive a little child of the necessities of life even! Thank you for bringing the plight of the poor children to the forefront, Leonard! Now it is up to others to do something about it! RoseAnn