Children of the Heap

I didn’t know Who could have imagined That there are children Who are born to become ~the Unloved ~ Some are lucky enough To be disposed of early on While others have the Horrible misfortune of ~ Mopping up Sin ~ Dragged around on the floor Like an old rag doll Hugs and kisses from the innocent While adults carefully ~ Grab and Throw ~ Easily identified by the markings The child bares upon their speech Odd, weird, shunned, vagrants In this posh world of ~ Good People ~ Written by Trudy Schrader on August 4, 2007 Note: My boys and I were living at a women's shelter when I wrote this.