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The Throw Away Boy - 1. Chapter 1

He walks the streets at midnight,
The shadows are his friend,
He shivers from the cold,
And wishes for the end.

He wonders how he got here,
How life had gone so wrong,
Just a day ago they loved him,
He had a loving home.

His body now feels nothing,
He's numb from the bitter cold,
How could this ever happen.
To someone twelve years old.

What choices have I got?
I have no place to stay?
I really don't understand it,
All I did was say, "I'm gay."

His tears had all but ended,
Decisions must be made.
"Do you think that guy will hurt me?
Do you think he'll really pay?"

Perhaps he'll see I'm hungry,
And keep me all the night.
I hope he's not an angry guy,
The type who likes to fight.

They're children made for hugging.
They're not some human toy.
I wish I'd found him earlier,
He's not a throw away boy.

This poem may be duplicated and posted anywhere it may draw support or make the plight of the throw aways be known. I would like but do not require an email telling me where it will be used.

Discarded children are everyone's responsibility.

Thanks

Care for one today.

This poem may be duplicated and posted anywhere it may draw support or make the plight of the throw aways be known. I would like but do not require an email telling me where it will be used.<br /><br />Discarded children are everyone's responsibility.<br /><br />Thanks<br /><br />Care for one today.
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Stargazer

This is honest and sad. Unfortunately, too many kids live this reality for various reasons. You captured the plight very well.

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On 01/13/2011 08:19 PM, Stargazer said:
This is honest and sad. Unfortunately, too many kids live this reality for various reasons. You captured the plight very well.
Thanks very much. You are right. I hope the words stir somebody to do what they can. I have marked it for use for any charity that can use it to make a difference. Thanks again for the great review. R
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Drak

I liked this poem, and it brought to mind an old memory. I was walking in Underground Atlanta with my husband, when I saw a twelve year-old boy, red-faced and uncomfortable, looking like he would rather be anywhere else, dressed up in his church-going suit, holding a huge sign with bold red letters that said something to the effect that homosexuality was against the Bible or homosexuals will burn in hell, I forget which, but it was unpleasant and mean-spirited and the handwriting was not that of a twelve year-old hand. I wondered what kind of parents would put their kid up to that and why. I suspected they were shaming him. He will only hate them for it later.

I'm hopeful now that the world is changing and growing up will not be so difficult for gay kids as it was back in the day.

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On 02/16/2015 03:57 AM, Drak said:
I liked this poem, and it brought to mind an old memory. I was walking in Underground Atlanta with my husband, when I saw a twelve year-old boy, red-faced and uncomfortable, looking like he would rather be anywhere else, dressed up in his church-going suit, holding a huge sign with bold red letters that said something to the effect that homosexuality was against the Bible or homosexuals will burn in hell, I forget which, but it was unpleasant and mean-spirited and the handwriting was not that of a twelve year-old hand. I wondered what kind of parents would put their kid up to that and why. I suspected they were shaming him. He will only hate them for it later.

I'm hopeful now that the world is changing and growing up will not be so difficult for gay kids as it was back in the day.

Heart breaking and all too common. The hate that is programed to so many. Society has learned that to change a society you change the children's perceptions and wait for them to grow up. Smoking is a perfect example of this.
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