Broken Children Poem by Tasha Miller

Broken Children



I see broken children,
I see them all around.
They never get built up,
only kicked to the ground

Why can’t anyone see them,
recognize their face.
I see broken children
all over the place.

Saturday, April 18, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: children
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Tasha Miller

Tasha Miller

Weatherford, Oklahoma
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