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This one I wrote a little later in life. I don't write much poetry anymore but sometimes I like to dabble. I know my subjects is a little grim but you write about what you know. This one is dedicated to my parents.

The Broken Child

There was a child who was born.
The child was born to children.
The child who was born to children was born to broken children.
The broken children didn't know how to teach the child the joys of life.
The broken children played bad games with the child.
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This is a poem I wrote for a 9th grade assignment. It was one of my favorites and I have never forgotten it.

The Unshed Tear
Hiding quietly in the shadow of fear,
a blessed face with a streaming tear.
Unshed tears of pains and screams,
a parent's nurturing would be better it seems.

As the child is found in a wounded state,
the battle begins between love and hate.
What comes from child abuse?
The loss of love,
the gain of fear,
which leads to the unshed tear.