Unborn

August 1, 2013

Born with sorrow,

Will I survive for another tomorrow.

Am I your child or just a charity award,

Unwanted, abandoned, and ignored.

You threw me out like a unwanted reward.

My herity never to be known,

the words of a unborn.

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