childhood recycled

Walking down rented wooden stairs,

leaving at threshold superior airs,

yellow bin to recycle trash

consumers wasting time, energy, cash.

Always full from indifferent life,

the spoiled children, such worthless strife.

Breath stops short as I glance inside,

a symbol of flesh unwilling to hide.

Baby doll curled, tossed there, used.

A poignant image of how many abused?

Discarded, left alone, she dies

after play and love

have grown up in lies.

Wondering how to pay my rent,

my heart saddened, wonders where love went.



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