We are the children of the ******
Thinking basic necessities were luxuries
and that love was earned not unconditional

We are the children who carved
and starved
before we even hit our teens

We are the children who grow up to be
disappointments
The ones you point at
and warn your children of as we pass by

We're the ones who end up in coffins
rather than receiving diplomas
and fulfilling our dreams
because we don't have time to dream
When we only think of surviving the day

We were made this way

So God bless the children of the ******
The ones who are having their stilts hacked at
but are somehow still standing

And God bless those who have fallen
and been taken
be it their own choice or someone else's

May our graves not be overgrown with weeds
and faded plastic flowers
and our tales passed on,
not forgotten memories or sad stories

God bless the children of the ******