The Child: a poem about rejection

Who wants the child?

Who wants the lie?

Who wants this waste of space?

The child should die.

Who’ll want this girl?

Who’ll stand the cries?

Who’ll soothe away her pain?

Who’ll care if she dies?

She wants to be wanted

she doesn’t want lies

she wants soothing space;

she’d rather have died.

Published by Marilyn

Diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder after fifty years in the mental health system I decided to share my experiences and consider the impact my health has had on my well-being. Being creative is the mainstay of my life and it's how I express my deepest emotions. Photography, writing, and design challenge me and help keep me rooted in the present.

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