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How to Start a Family (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"How to Start a Family"

There once was a boy or girl (whatever is fitting to you)
Who had no parents nor family and felt very blue
He or she dreamed of love from others that was never had
The feeling of loneliness consumed this child’s mind real bad

You see, this child parents neglected him or her with no good reason
Because they couldn’t handle how this child’s life would seem like treason
This child appeared superficially different to them on the outside
Even though much like his or her parents was the soul on the inside

This lonely child wondered from foster home to foster home
Adopted then rejected, destined on this earth to aimlessly roam
This boy or girl wondered why she had been born and not aborted
Since his or her parents never wanted him or her, their family values distorted

Neither I nor anyone else could ever understand why this child was unloved
Why are so many children requesting to be themselves pushed and shoved?
One day I found this child walking towards me, head held low in melancholy
I instantly ran to the child, hugging much love to reject the parents’ folly

The child looked up to me as I looked down to him or her, us both with tears
He or she told me that he or she wasn’t wanted and had come true all fears
I embraced the child passionately to instill sense of sincere self-worth
And a mother or father to him or her I should be and thus a family was birth

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