They Didn’t Listen to Me.

 

I took my first breath, and I was born.

They looked at me like some piece of dirty spawn.

There is disbelief in their eye.

I gurgle, start to cry and they ask why.

They didn't listen to me.

 

I learnt to walk then run and play.

They look at me with anger and hate every day.

I can see them wish me away.

I am thinking, please, please let me stay.

They didn't listen to me.

 

I learned to talk and show how I feel.

For them this was too much of a deal.

I can see them packing my bags.

I asked them please, please don't throw me out and make me sad.

They didn't listen to me.

 

Any children's home alone I do arrive.

They are thinking will this boy really survive.

I can see only coldness in their eyes.

I asked him please, please tell me why.

They didn't listen to me.

 

Pushed around from pillar to post.

It's hard to tell which one hates me most.

I can see the steam coming from their ears.

I asked why do none of you bloody care.

They didn't listen to me.

 

Punishing me for things I didn't do.

The look says it cannot be anyone else, it has to be you.

I can see I am just a game, another adult toy.

I asked please, please let me play with the other boys.

They didn't listen to me.

 

Starving me a food which is my right.

The look that always says just get out of my sight.

I can see the ice that fills their heart.

I asked please, please let me take part.

They didn't listen to me.

 

Everyone else out for the day having fun.

The Look says who wants you as their son.

I can see I disturbed their inner peace.

I asked please, please let me sleep.

They didn't listen to me.

 

Up all night filling with anger and rage.

The look says we can't help you, its past that stage.

I can see this is how it is always going to be.

I asked please, please can I go back to my family.

They didn't listen to me.

 

Tired, hungry, cold and very annoyed.

The look says you just a horrible boy.

I can see the panic in their abusive minds.

I asked them please; please can you start to be kind.

They didn't listen to me.

 

I take the gun from the bottom drawer.

My look says every one of you Bastards hit the floor.

I can see the sweat pour as I put the gun to his head.

I ask why they never listened to a single word I said.

Then it was too late to listen to me.

 

Nataiella. (1978).