Trudy Schrader Poet Free verse

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.

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Andrea Dietrich January 22, 2011 at 2:53 PM This is very good writing on the subject, Trudy. Too much of this going on in our "civilized" country. Luv, Andrea