Michael

poem about a 14 yr old who's parents were drug addicts. shot when playing with a gun.

Why am i unloved?
Why have I been forsaken?
Why
is the flesh
of their flesh and
the blood of their blood
left uncared for?

I have become
tainted
by the hatred of my heart
and the
filth
of my mind.
The curses uttered
from my mouth have went
unheard
by the ears of my oppresors.

At the sound of my death
ignorance
rang throughout the world.
The spawn of a
mother unknown
and a
father unconcerned
has
died.

My soul is filled with hate for my
(so called) Provider,
(so called) Protector,
(so called)
Father.
Entirely surrounded by
abhorrence
for the family
I wish
I missed.