THE FORGOTTEN CHILD
I am the forgotten child, born this day.
Lost and alone, trying to find my way.
I begged for someone, to hear my plea.
But I lay in silence; no one came to comfort me.
So sweet and innocent, like a newborn dove.
Longing to be held, searching for love.
So sad a fate, no life for a child.
My mother’s tragedy, being raped and defiled.
My mother was someone, she’d been a nurse.
Those torrid memories, had become her curse.
She turned her back, took us to the street.
Turning tricks, and giving into defeat.
A pimp and his drugs, soon came along.
She bought into his story, into his song.
I watched on, as my mother decayed,
Having been torn apart, having been played.
From infancy I knew, a life of abuse and neglect.
I tucked away my feelings, having no self-respect.
I wanted a way out, from this plane of reality.
So I lost myself inside, where I found serenity.
No one tried to help, or came to intervene.
So I carried on, as if living was a dream.
I prayed to God, for my salvation,
From this nightmare, of my soul’s starvation.
My mother’s poor choices, had sealed my fate.
So slowly time passed, finally I turned eight.
The social worker came, she whisked me away.
In foster care I’d find, a permanent place to stay.
But this was untrue, I was told a lie.
From family to family, I was forced to fly.
Seven homes later, adoption was sought.
A change in my life, had finally been wrought.
But this was also a lie, which I quickly did see.
Tossed to the ground, with the waste and debris.
Back to foster care I went, all hope now erased.
A family for me, gone without a trace.
I was so distraught, felt alone and betrayed.
Forced onto drugs, my mind and soul soon decayed.
A mere shadow of myself, now an anorexic waif.
Picking holes in my body, longing to be safe.
I had come full circle, become just like my mother.
My life was stolen, my soul was smothered.
It’s now up to me; should I choose life or death?
My answer is clear, I choose to take another breath.
Please God help me, understand the reasons why?
So I can be free, to fly high and touch the sky.
No longer allowing others, to determine my fate.
Taking care of myself, eating and gaining weight.
A message from heaven, a renewed sense of hope.
I had to try harder, to learn how to feel and cope.
My “forever family” has come, no more must I roam.
I’m the fairy princess, whose castle is now her home.
This is my reality, no longer living life as a dream.
Because living life is better, like eating strawberries with cream.
I’ve learned about loving, taught with kindness and grace
I know true happiness, now that I’ve found my special place.
-the gothic beauty
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I'm so alone dieing for earths settling touch
dear mother wount you hear my dieing plea?
I wish to disaper in my pain,
as you watch me fade away.
The scars on my writs,
never fade, unlike me in this new age.
A savior is what im begging please.
Watch the blood run out loose,
and watch my face turn pale.
As you watch with your new man,
and laughf away,
as much as you can.
I love you though you dont love me,
now I stand as a dieing child so lost and forgotten...
dear mother wount you hear my dieing plea?
I wish to disaper in my pain,
as you watch me fade away.
The scars on my writs,
never fade, unlike me in this new age.
A savior is what im begging please.
Watch the blood run out loose,
and watch my face turn pale.
As you watch with your new man,
and laughf away,
as much as you can.
I love you though you dont love me,
now I stand as a dieing child so lost and forgotten...