There’s no such child as other people’s children.
Who am I any way?
I’m a grim tragedy on your television.
I will not go away!
Please don’t ignore my pain so deep?
“I” am your child too!
Born in America when your senses were asleep.
I am the child you grew
October 27, 2008
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