For the Child That Never Had a Chance

Life with a disease Is Hell enough Without the drama and accusation From family and collegues. Cerebral Palsy, Bound to a wheel chair for life, Is tough, What's tougher Is being seven With secret hatred from your mother's lover. Your dear, sweet mother Was working hard To make life A little easier. "Bath time" You thought As this man put you in the kitchen sink. Slowly bending your neck As his hand grasped Your delicate body, A knife Was risen With a clean slice, With that Your head was gone. Your tiny body, Thrown carelssly into a white garbage bag, With your decaptiated head On the side of the street For your mother to see.