What They Are...
The sound of a newborn's cries,
Born into this world, a new life created,
Born as part of a plan, or as an accident,
or for reasons they deem complicated.
No life is without flaws, and flawed are we,
To never walk, to never talk, to never hear, to never see,
And so begins the struggle for acceptance,
The flawed ones ask, why do they not love me?
Ridiculed, bullied, and insulted for their flaws,
The abnormal living among the normal, seen as sin,
A sin for the imperfect to tread the earth of the perfected,
Undeserving of this world in which we live in.
And cast asunder are the flawed ones, banished, exiled,
They are made to walk life alone, to distances great and far,
And for what crime? The sin of being different to the others,
Unwanted, unloved, all because of what They are.
- UniqueSKD