Sunday, June 13

Child A



Child A

Child A had lots to say
I'm hungry and cold and nobody cares
The teacher stares at nits and hairs
Dirty shirts and smiles of rares
Im left alone in an empty home
They turn their backs when streets I roam
Does anyone care when the system fails
Or is it time for Child B
To tell their tales?

By Stephen Harvey
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Little Boy Lost - Stoke Poetry

Poetry from Stoke On Trent. The various verses within this blog explore my changing reality and mood swings. Verses that meander around domestic violence, self harm and mania, then return to enjoy happier thoughts and emotions from my childhood and the local area and its fantastic history and heritage. This is truly subversive and thought provoking literature from the heart of England that will live with you forever.

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