The Resilient Child
Put down, placed down, thrown down
The resilient child keeps getting up.
Torn down, smacked down, belted down,
He makes plans to eventually get away
Sure he is stuck until the age of consent
but if he still has his resolve and his wits about him,
if they have not been beaten out of him,
he will not only be swift in his departure
He will fly to the greatest heights imaginable,
so he never has to live under these circumstances
ever again.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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