Growing Up
screaming and in tears,
not knowing what we are about to experience
we are placed in arms of those we don’t know and
expected to bond with them
holding our little hands and stroking our soft skin as if we were their property,
we cry when we have to feed
because being so close to somebody’s skin is uncomfortable
especially when they can’t understand our words through wails
we are abandoned by the only humans we know and left to go out in the world
we spend the day once again with new people and new feelings
trapped inside the body of a child but a mind far too wise
left for us to do the same thing to “our” children
- unKnownPerson
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