Little one,

You never asked to be brought into this world.

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Cold and cruel,

Born on the wrong side of the tracks.

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A mother’s love,

Can feed the soul, but the body still craves.

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Too young to speak,

Still your cries speak louder than any words.

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Sustenance is your right,

Denial would only draw covenant with your demise.

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Dying is inevitable,

A fact of life, but a fate undeserved to one so young.

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Blamed for your station,

You live in the shadows,

Cursed by the sins of your father,

Left to scavenge at the fringes,

Only to be forgotten,

Or treated as a pariah,

By defect of conscience.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~