why do i even bother?
why do i try so hard
yet you never notice?
do i need to
come dressed in rainbow colors
maybe black and white
is too dull for you
or should i,
while stand right in front of you
scream at the top of my lungs
for you to hear me?
you seem blind to my appearance
and deaf to my voice
all i ever needed
was you to acknowledge me.
ever since i happened,
it’s like you caught selective amnesia
the rest you notice
the rest you give attention to;
your undivided attention
but i have to beg
a beggar in my own house…
who knew being different
would be such a heavy burden;
a curse?
every night,tears stream down my face
silent sobs lest i disturb the peace
questions of why? fill my mind
but answers are always far from reach
why is it in life
why is it that humans
shun that which is different
without even giving a chance
to get know how?
what is this we are afraid of
of that which is not like us
that keeps us from embracing
and instead, rejecting?
i never did get a memo
asking me how or when or where
i wanted to be born
i just found myself here
so why do i suffer the consequences
of not being
what you expected?
every day i tell myself
i cried my last tear yesterday
yet a new day comes
and i am at your feet
doing as you please
if only just once
for you to look at me proudly
give me a pat on the back
acknowledge me…
but the cycle is the same
me begging,you ignoring
and i am getting tired
i am growing weary
i am scared that one day
i will awake and care no more
that my heart will get to accustomed
you will lose the rights to hurt me
that cold is what i will be towards you
i am scared of that day
as it seems to draw near
with every look of disgust
and every condescending word
it draws near
and i am scared…
for what happens to a child
when they stop caring
whether its parents love it or not
whether its accepted or not?
what happens then,
when a child’s heart grows cold
from the rejection received
from those it thought
should love it unconditionally?
i don’t know
i don’t want to know
but soon it seems i will know
if the cycle continues
soon it seems i will write
about what a child does
when it stops caring
when its heart grows cold…
soon i will know
if the cycle continues…..
MB.
Miss Adoyo 
I dugg some of you post as I cogitated they were extremely helpful extremely helpful
Nancee, i totally love your second name! though not sure i can pronounce it rightly. i am humbled to hear that,and encouraged.thank you for stopping by and even commenting. 🙂
thank you.and i am not sure where this came from.it’s one of those inspired moments from God knows where.but once i started it just flowed until the very last word and i like it.i know there is quite a number of people who struggle with this. thank you for stopping by and reading and commenting.
Children are meant to be loved unconditionally and be accepted as they are. All of us did not choose to be in this world but we are here.
Anyways since we are, I believe we must take charge of our life and make a difference… 🙂
Wow you know you thrill me with every word you write…It’s so real!!!