little one

no-one else cares
how much your little body bears,
too busy taking drugs
or being with thugs.

alone in your own home,
you don’t dare moan,
hiding out
from gangster’s shouts.

you long to be held,
loved by someone else,
you exist but are afraid to live,
which is why
i hope you take your chances
little one, and fly…

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