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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required WHAT CHILD IS THIS I was created by the most high God I was elided when I was born I am hurt I felt no worth Never have I been endorsed I am a child of the ninth month Have two brothers one live, one dead All three of us birth exactly 9-months apart I am hurt I feel nothing WHAT CHILD IS THIS First brother born still born died Second brother birth premature retarded/blind I am hurt I felt no worth So I started, was catubolted Into being the oldest You see I had to care for him The blind child born retarded and blinded What child is this And why does he exist What kind of God would allow And why does this world insist That I be like it When I just want to be myself Haven't got knowledge nor patients Can't even take care of myself Out of breathe I'm not worth it WHAT CHILD IS THIS Why must this universe and this world dictake That I must feel like this, why must God allow this All as a young child just wanted this... I should have been I wish I was then Instead being the youngest placed in the spot of... the eldest WHAT CHILD IS THIS Instead of hatred I wanted to be loved And just to be left alone But to late the harm and those wrongs were done What kind of God would allow And why does this world insist I was created by the most high God I was elided when I was born I am hurt I felt no worth I don't understand what hate is Had to grow up fast I was just a kid I am a child of the sixties Hurt by society Was the youngest but had become the oldest This not normal, hurt by society Was the youngest but had to become the oldest, quick Still over powered, felt like I wasn't wanted Inside my thoughts thinking I was haunted As I take my next breathe As I come out my emotional closet In my minds mins I ask the question, yes... WHAT CHILD IS THIS 1O/1O/17 written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2017
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