URBAN ORPHAN

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I grew and noticed I had no pair
Sent by God to provide care
All ma burdens no one help bare
Of the many Love none was shared.

I grew and noticed I had no pair
They pro'lly roaming out there
I hope they're safe from wolves & bears
Hopeful one day, at each other, with smiles, we stare.

I grew and noticed I had no pair
Even wonder around with no wears
Then wonder why I am here
But nothing ever seems clear

I grew and noticed I had no pair
My so-called "missing-rib", where?
Fumes of love that I dear
Not enough to make my heart flare

I grew and noticed I had no pair
of Life, amounting that death is near
Using ma hands to cocoon ma body as gare
Praying I'm shield from the gory cold that scares

I grew and noticed I had no pair
Which has veiled even a mere lare
Life has never for once been fair
even a forceful wry of smile is rare.

I grew and noticed I had no pair
I'm sick and tired of a second that I dare
But for a little aid is why I blare
All ma Life through every year.

I grew and noticed I had no pair
This caused my Life to be sare
But i'd diehard till glee surfaces I sware
Then I'll smile so loud and my dimples will never veer

I grew and noticed I had no pair
All my Life I face despair
For my hope I crave repair
To fight ma mire, I got out ma lair

I grew and noticed I had no pair
Eventhough, I wake up with a mare
Yet believe I'll gain happiness no one ever see nor hear
As far as ma heart beats and ma lungs provide air

I grew and noticed I had no pair
At ma stoic neighbours I glare
Wish that a faithful day come then I fare
to a place where I'd cry and everyone has ears

I grew and noticed I had no pair
But I won't stop running, even faster than hare
I'll force a wry smile until laughter appears
I won't give in until ma heart frisk like a young deer
To stay strong, breath high, attain success this I ware
These formulas I require to remain beer.

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rlove77

Wow, this is a very detailed and deep poem that made me think of many gifts I have in my life that I could not choose. I could not choose who my parents would be or what kind of environment I would be born in and raised. However, I did not think much of how blessed I was. I never gave thanks, I would just look or watch stories of other people who were born under poor conditions and think "Wow, how inspiring and touching...". 

Great job- no, AWESOME job. 

rlove77

Wow, this is a very detailed and deep poem that made me think of many gifts I have in my life that I could not choose. I could not choose who my parents would be or what kind of environment I would be born in and raised. However, I did not think much of how blessed I was. I never gave thanks, I would just look or watch stories of other people who were born under poor conditions and think "Wow, how inspiring and touching...". 

Great job- no, AWESOME job. 

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