Little child, you are someone’s treasure, a product of love.
You are born like any other child, no burden nor danger are you.
And yet, they fear you and want to eradicate you as if you did not exist.
Why do you anger them and what makes them hate you so much?
Your eyes are sparkling like diamonds or bright stars above.
A pure miracle created by two people who are now in awe of you.
But alas that is not enough for you to be granted a long fulfilling life.
For there are those who do not see that purity, to them you’re less than a thing.
It is not your fault nor is it your parents mistake.
You are perfect but the world you’re born into isn’t
Little child you are someone’s treasure, a product of love.
But that just isn’t enough.
