A Stranger's Child, poem by Signe Robertson, 2008 It makes me sick The way you act As if you were right And I were wrong Yet I only live my life You're just here to harm me I could throw up Because of you Because of this ugliness I see I cannot eat The sweetest fruit Will someday rot Rot just like you Like a pile of rotting corpses That were once living children Children just like yours You would kill the child of a stranger But you wouldn't harm your own When they know what you have done They just might kill themselves To get away from you Because being raised by a monster Can cause a lot of harm If you cannot protect A stranger's child Would you protect your children From you? |