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He is an innocent soul, that child, that boy
He has done nothing wrong
And yet
Alone since his first breath
Knowing no one wants him
Spending his entire life wondering
Where he came from
What he did wrong

That’s right.

Hungry for love, praise,
And a mother’s proud smile
Wanting nothing
Getting nothing
Being nothing
Just one of four thousand

That’s fair.

Shuffled from foster home to foster home
Carrying his entire world in a suitcase
Never knowing where he’ll be in one month, one year
Perhaps thrown into an orphanage
Becoming one of ten thousand

That’s moral.

I see my friends worrying about
Parties, homework, and chores
I worry about the little person that grows inside of me
And how I’ll handle the future
I’m a teenager,
I can’t handle this
I told them that
And suggested having it taken care of, but
They don’t understand
“You can’t,” they say

“That’s murder.”

Walking around crowded sidewalks full of heavy stares
Carrying this huge burden
I’m alone
In my thoughts, my actions, my choices
Because
I no longer have thoughts, actions, or
Choices

That’s law.

Living my life knowing I’ve ruined another
And not being able to do anything about it
That’s how it’s gonna be

Trading two souls
For one beating heart:

That’s justice.