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Mariah was quite the painter,
oil her favorite medium,
she didn’t do postmodern crap,
old masters showed how it was done.
She made her fame doing portraits,
liked to stream, and paint them online,
soon had half a million watchers
who all thought her work was divine.
She got prices most dreamed of,
“It’s masterwork,”her fans all said,
soon she adorned walls everywhere,
by the people was much wanted.

Benson was a research doctor,
and prions were his chosen field,
he sought chemicals to treat then,
he progressed, and got results real.
Now Benson was quite peculiar,
his social skills didn’t run deep,
if you didn’t know any better
you would swear the man was a creep.
But his research bought people years,
how many? It cannot be said.
Quirky and strange as Benson was,
his mind was very much wanted.

Niles was quite the proud father,
had three kids that he loved deeply,
saw to their needs, spent time with them,
made sure they never went hungry.
His job was not that amazing,
He didn’t look special at site,
but his kids grew strong and stable,
had a deep foundation for life.
He never found a hall of fame,
but his wife and daughters all said
the man was irreplaceable,
and would never live unwanted.

Odette’s voice was like an angel,
from the start she knew it a gift,
and she loved seeing the sweet looks
on people who got to hear it.
It amazed her such happiness
could be born by her innate tones,
Odette liked making folks happy,
the greatest fulfillment she’d known.
“I’ve never heard one quite like her,”
was what the jaded critics said,
she kept no light under a bucket,
and by countless souls was wanted.

But Mariah’s mom was sixteen,
didn’t want to ‘ruin her life,’
Benson’s mom had no time for kids,
just wanted to have fun at night.
Nile’s mom was having affairs,
and her marriage was much at risk,
Odette’s mother was forty-three,
had said, “No, I’m quite done with this.”
We never will know these people,
not even see names on a tomb,
their mothers found them inconvenient,
so they were butchered in the womb.
To such minds, they were not people,
from such minds it can truly be said:
You are not fully human unless
by someone else you are ‘wanted.’
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