T Poem by hikari enma

everyone's too busy to notice
me
as i slide myself down the
corner
i who have been born full of
emotion
made from the deepest of the

soul

i am born many a time
to different moms and dads
with the slightest of touch i
am developed
sometimes to the hardest of
which one can not endure

sisters and brothers i have a
lot
who glides with me as we are
called
upon thy eyes of blue and
green
we meet each other to the
chin

our wholeness is wiped
and we are then clothed
of different texture
of different stature