Breaking The Mold: Poetry For A New Era

Cursed Children

Cursed are the children who were never wanted, 

Whose parents see them as burdens to be taunted. 

Their whole lives they bear the weight of rejection, 

Enduring insults and constant dejection.

They are the products of loveless unions, 

Unwanted seeds, cast aside with callous abandon. 

Their very existence an inconvenience, 

Their presence met with disdain and grievance.

They live with a constant ache in their hearts, 

Haunted by the specter of being torn apart. 

Their self-worth shattered by the constant barrage, 

Of insults and belittlement, a daily entourage.

They ask themselves why they were brought to life, 

If all they are is a source of constant strife. 

They long for love and acceptance from their kin, 

But instead, they are met with contempt and chagrin.

Cursed are the children who never asked to be born, 

Whose only crime was being unwanted and forlorn. 

Their pain is a constant reminder of their plight, 

A lifelong burden that never fades from sight.

So let us not forget these cursed children, 

And the suffering they endure without cessation. 

Let us offer them love and compassion, 

And help them break free from their cursed oppression.