Oh, how we
hate this day
Looking on
in utter dismay
At the other
children as they laugh and play
Rejoicing in
the excitement of Christmas day
Girls and
boys
Happily
showing off their brand new toys
My siblings
and I briefly stare at one another
Wishing we
had a different father and mother
Yesterday
morning was when we last ate
They drank
day and night and will be sleeping late
We’re
freezing and still we hesitate
For we know
that both will be in a vicious mood
And we dare
not complain that we want some food
We look once
again at the other kids sharing sweets
So cruel
that our parents are still between the sheets
We are
dressed in rags and they couldn’t care less
Never
thinking of our distress
Empty booze
bottles on the floor and the house is a mess
But we’ll be
the ones that they’ll blame for their shame
One of the
other kids saw me and called me a name
“Scabby!”
My little
heart hurts as I have a crush on Abby
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