Scarred,Not Broken

God’s kiss to a darkened world


a tiny miracle wrapped in rejection and despair


held unwanted by worldly hands


a yearning cry falling upon deaf ears


born a burden


this generation


As a child they must learn


to wipe off the scraped knee and stand back up


to be the parent, to fend for themselves


to turn the other cheek to the world and hide the one streaked with tears


they know no other way they must learn


this generation


Taken away... forever


all that was ever known gone


just one call away, a second chance for life, a new Mom and Dad


open arms waiting, acceptance, lasting love, a new beginning


adopted and saved this generation


I am this generation, we are all a part


the voices, the faces, the falling tears, the calling hearts


these are the children once marked and rejected


some are given hope a chance to do more than just survive


some are still waiting for their turn


and some will always have the hand the world has dealt


we are scarred, beaten down, not broken


it is how our lives are used that matters


it is up to you my sister, my brother


we are this generation

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