Discarded like a broken doll
Cast out on an evening stroll
Forgotten like a fairy book troll
Designated to a black hole
At the bottom of a pitiless bowl
Did you really think that this starving soul
Will remain waiting for you to make him whole
While you pronounce judgement from your secret scroll
He is fighting to take back what you stole
And live like he was ten feet tall
MARYANN BOSAH 