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Unheard Child

I am a screaming child crying for vengeance whispering my agony… Do you hear me? Are you listening? Am I but a toy- to be tossed aside as trash?! I am, but many. We are lost, desperate, pleading, and abused. Many we are, but still alone. We are scattered and confused. We are belittled and used. Do you hear us? Are you listening? I am a wandering child- searching, hoping, and still— Nothing!!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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