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where were you


when I was starving when I was left for dead when I was abandoned or when I was freezing to death in the winter cold when I was scorched by the hot summer sun when I didn’t have a home to live in except behind sewing factories hiding between boxes of fabric running away in the morning or when I didn’t have baby formula when I didn’t have diapers when I didn’t have toys to play with or when we could finally afford a room only to be evicted a few weeks later several different times when we had to walk miles and miles to the nearest supermarket on our last legs, on our last couple of dollars when I had to take turns sleeping either on the floor or on an old mattress never to know what privacy is or when we got a microwave for Christmas and could finally have hot meals when we got a small fridge and I tasted refreshing fizzy soda for the first time when we got a TV and I would wake up every Saturday to catch the cartoons or when I grew sick and tired of eating the same rice and eggs combo at the baby sitter’s and came to love sneakin’ a bite from one of those ramen packages when I discovered how comfortable wearing hoodies could be and how colorful beach shorts really are when I had my first crush only to find out she was no longer a she ten years later or when I saw my friends- when I saw them spend time with- when I saw them happy with both of their parents a complete family or how about this, how about when Ma died. when I lost everything. when I didn’t have anyone left. Where were you man? When I needed you the most! When I needed you in my life! When I needed you to call me your son! when I needed a Father. where were you?
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