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I just posted my poem on Poems for review, working title is Orphan's Cry I will really appreciate reviews from you guys, like assessments

My eyes are like a film
It captures all the blames
And hold them to my chest
eyes that have seen it all
lies even in the face of a brawl
someone to hold me
a person to tell
I keep seeking
Rare but rare
Is one of a kind

Who believes the word of a child
When they tell the harms done to them
Like a minor has no meaning
Everyone tend to overlook
I have realized from years ago
Of what worth I really am
Grow to grow I will
One day to tell the tides of
of life and rushing of oceans
And not be ignored
To tell of my world
Of my lonely life

Where am I
I am in a world of my own
Filtered and disregarded
Dried and drained of strength
I must remember my misery
My pain to share with you
To keep in my soul alive
The agony that I saw
How sad I was
And how lonely I was

Seen I have seen
The things called beautiful
But ugliest to me
The things I yearn for
But can never have
The things others get
Even without trying
With my unkempt appearance
How can I compare
To be able to get the same
I am but a lonely soul

At nights he comes
In through the wooden door
trembling,I forget the bible verses
I had memorized the day before
With full force he pins me to the ground
while mosquitos cried out in darkness
without blinking an eye had his way
with blood stained on the mats

the day I emerged a different me
left instead is a piece of warm flesh
with scarred soul as if it's inheritance
and then thrown away in the dust
like a broken piece of plate in the
hands of a familiar ruse

in a land that treats adoption
like a plaque
i have lost a dwelling place
i am shattered without grace
adoption gives life to the lifeless
it revives the flickering light
of the less privilege

Who am i
How pathetic am i
Very I must say
It shines even in my skies
Shall I go on
Can I go on
Starting over and over again
Is like a morning filled with sunset
How awry

But that is my life
It’s the one I live
The days I struggle to live
The one you see it’s smiles
But never get to
see the sadness behind it
Because the tears belong to nights
You can never know
How much I try to hide
Like a bottled sand
At the ocean floor
So is my life
A lonely life is indeed an empty life

Seen things bigger than i
Been in places I wished not
In fights daily
Poverty strikes like a sword
And overshadows my senses
Lying in bed
Is a cause for sorrow from being ill
Life why live
In my thoughts at night
Life has departed in flight
What to do
Who to lean on
You must be so alone

Were I a bird
To fly away from terror
To be noticed by men
To not think of death
Fear or pain to fear not
To fly away in peace
And look back needing no one
To fly to my choice of destination
To reside in my choice of a nation

Crossings the rivers
Riding through the deserts
How many have fallen
not many still remain
most are gone
alone they were
alone they left
their pain now gone
their life was pain

a world so different
in it some live to breath free
and yet others fear to breath
in it I live to breath
first to suffer pain
first to die without gain
none to rock the bed at night
a goodnight a wish
be strong a tale
byes and goodbyes
the realities we live in
vulnerable and lonely
lonely and lonely till death

the nights are long
the days even longer
I wish for nights
At nights the days I wish for
I look to hope
for tomorrow is hope
Living to breath is life too
Sometimes it’s all we need to cope
The nights makes life harder
With each passing day
Getting tougher and tougher
Why me but who else
There is no better person to suffer
No to even an enemy
Being alone is a curse

Might seem easy
A colony of us
In our own world
Not a mother to kiss
Nor a father to hold hands with
Without anyone should be strong
All are but empty words told
Sayings they proclaim as foretold
Words they are we all can testify
It’s all too easy to blurt to intensify
A nation of us unknown is sad
pay no attention to mere words
For by surviving alone
We are strong

Essence is the desire
Each day to see
They have no idea
Nor do they know
With families to look up to
And models to follow
They grow in wisdom
And multiply in discernment
We do too only in a different way
Our way is looking up to ourselves
And taking advices from our head

ln our names donations are made
Funds raised but never used
We hear but do not get to see
What is worse
To kill a man or to bury him
Lies told in open markets
All pretense on our behalf
But we were always alone

Trauma comes in storms
her brother depression in waves
Sick and sad and sick again
Stones are laid as if to regain
Get up and be brave each say
Wait first to hear in all your assumptions
Give time to heal for a loss is ablation
Two losses then says it all

A place for safekeeping are homes
Foster homes are used to mean for care
Times have changed and
in those times have homes too
Assaults in foster keeping
Abuses in orphanages
Are the new normal of our today
What else will tomorrow
bring for us

What am I here
For what was I conceived
I feel sick inside thinking of it
Left at the mercy of care without a heart
In darkness they turned on
us and made monsters
In silence it went for fear of their stars
To who will I spill
Only to be met with more pill
Inside I have buckled and hidden it
Who will pay heed when I speak out
Will I be safe after letting it all out
To share the pain I save inside
With you at night by the riverside
Will you keep my secret or will you tell
No I do not trust any to tell
On no one have I depended upon
I learnt to steal glances and say no more
Raising my eyes to heavens is enough
To get me through this rough edge below

A world of hate
A curse of fate
Who am I I often wondered
Will anyone be kind enough
To give an answer
Enough to hold me and
Caress my tiny hands
Empathy do not promise
To live me wondering
In a strangers land
Sympathy do not extend
With no heart to bend
I live well on my own end
Can make it without your lies

Eyes are meant to be closed to forget
To sleep is a gift in totality I bet
Scribbling on my ink is a chance
To scrawl away the pain
The feeling of home is gone
Left with an elderly woman
I am sometimes hurt by stronger strangers
Handled roughly by familiar faces

A maid in a house of my own
The last I went to school was ages
With uncles waiting at hand
with their messages
Errands for people is my daily chore
People who do not care if bread I have had
Or if I have taken a bath in weeks
I begged for death
Let me go I said

I need a rest
A place to unwind my spirit
Alone I bear the misfortunes at home
At least I know the misfortunes I bear
I begged to live

With no one to speak for you
You are the cause when things go awry
When expectations are not met
You have wronged the universe
You can’t speak
You are not allowed to
It’s not your right
You have no right at all
Except to bear the grudges
Of those who ought to protect you
Those who should but wouldn’t
Because you are not of theirs

A segregated world is
a tough place to dwell
you are torn inside and out
subjected to unnecessary envy
please leave me to go
a word I say no more
other than when I feel like
I can’t go on no more

No one will be aware
To whom do I matter
I will be free
Safe and at peace
But I am strong
Strong people do live
I can take the pain
A word said I can
I will find the courage to stay
My loyal pen will become my will
As I grow stronger in
The shades of my papers
I will live, alone but I will live

To rise past scorns
And tower past the blames
Although at the end
Might end up on the streets
Without tomorrow there is no future
In a world torn by greed and self focus
To a motherless child there is only tomorrow
We will survive
If we see tomorrow we have survived

A muddle mind can kill
Discernment instead heal
Devoid I am of kindness
A stranger in the midst of never land
Burned and buried in chaos
Desolate and empty to my veins
Open wounds perforate through my skin
Like a dampen furnace it gulped my soul
Slowly, but slowly I stood
Gently led by your hand I took shelter
This is who I am, a lonely heart
Dead in this moment to my bone
But alive in my spirit and reasoning

Who will lend a voice
To tell of my horrors
And account for my errors
Who will lend an ear
To listen to my woes
And hear the stories that I have to share
My stories of yesterday

Accusations fly high
In pitch darkness it roses nigh
It’s not a war nation
It’s a war family
Threats from members
People that am scared of
Those who know no pity
That take pleasure in hurting
The weaker vessel

In silence I am buried
A living dead I became
They are quick to state their sides
People are quicker to hear their versions
I am slow to speaking
I rather not say a word
I do not intend to say
My heart is a closet
It hides even the deepest of pain
To let them out in my time
Through waters drowning me while I sleep
or painting words with the edge of my pen

Part 1-What am I? Her Misery

Part 2-Where am I? His Dreams

Part 3: Who I am? A butterfly


Part 1: What am I: her misery

The tears of misery
It begins at night
the times I am silent
sitting quietly beside you
are the times
I can feel your tears too
The loneliness that saddens you
The tears that breaks your bone
breaks me as well
but with me here
You are never alone

You were wronged by mother earth
It’s written all over you
The one birthed and abandoned
Like a rainbow painted all over your little face
The marks are there on your tightened lips
I am well aware you do feel alone

Torn by war
Scorned by grief
Alone in strife
Gasping air for breath
hating realities
Fate or destiny, with uncertainties
Hurts and what’s not
Intuitive but true
you are barely alone

Desire for affection
Hunting daily for
recognition
Deadly and scary the
world we live in
left on your own
you are trying to live
to grow, survive and thrive
sleeping and waking up
to feel like sleeping again
why is it so that you live this way
why is it so that you are all alone

The times you fought
Hard to survive
Has left it’s marks on your palms
The scars on your wrists
Showed just how much
You longed for each day
To reach your knees
What sin did you commit
Whose error did you incur
To end up being so alone

Scared and afraid of nights
Closing your eyes too is a fight
You stayed awake to breathe
Free of eternal sleep
You wished for a tomorrow
And when tomorrow comes
You wishes for yet another tomorrow
You pleaded for safety, for security

Pain is hard but so is life
Young to care for own
And for neighbors
In school should be but not
If properly cared for then perhaps
no one to rely on
And none to trust but you
You fend for you and you alone

Haunted you were
By dreams and realities
Unaided to life
Yet expectations abide
Starting at young to be old
Is weary to live
And tiring to breathe
Tears all night
Alone, alone all night

At wars and on lands
You suffered the blames
Of two nations in pieces
Shattering each one
New to life but close to death
Comes with the pain of
Being but one

Stretched for a hand
An angel to call
A lonely voice in the hills
A hope to thrill
What can a young do
Life why so hard
Cursed was i
To die in a strange place
Tears rain like windstorms
My sadness like thunderstorms
From where comes rescue
Refuge I do seek now
Alone I am

Sad and sad
Was I each day
Life is a gift
But to me is a curse
Life I dread
As blind it seems
People do not mind
An orphan’s mind
What goes on inside
Alone I was born, alone I am left

Soldiers I see
Shootings I hear
Where to feed
A drink please do offer
Who is there
To lend a hand
a dying soul lies
In ruins of old
Look back to see
Turn around and behold
The weak flesh of a child
Who could have equally been yours
While you walk away
Behind I lay
Down I stay
In ache I am
Look I am still alone

None on sight
Passed they passed
I too am human
Or perhaps a thing
To notice is hard
To live is sad
Born was i
But no I feel not
I was plucked
Picked by hands from
above the tree
inside the bushes
below the grasses
I am but a thing
Hard to be noticed
Living alone only to die alone

A child I am
Survive will i
Not for long it seems
No one listens to my voice
That I am here
Only I knows
That I am a child
Only I will know

Left in the war fronts
In hunger, I thrive
With swollen feet
And eyes bigger than my head
In pain I cry out
They listens but who cares
Why? No one
Alone with no one

A child needs love
I can’t seem to find
Shall I live or die
Shall I drown or
Call for help
Will you come
When I whisper to you
Will you lend a hand
That might seem as divine
Mother is away in another land
Father has departed on an endless trip
A child belonging to none is here
Maybe a thing of no one

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I have thought about whether to place this here or not and eventually decided to as I really wanna make sure it's close to perfect. I am a new writer, so please give your honest assessment if you ever come around here and be kind If you are one of the people going through what is written here, age aside I sincerely need your opinion.. (P.M me if you want to)

DISCLAIMER: Please do not copy, I really don't like troubles but this is very important, so I would do anything to protect it. Instead I advise you give your recommendations and mention how much you believe this poem will affect people's lives if eventually published.
I will appreciate all honest opinions and I am thankful to everyone out there who pay attention in one way or the other to the less unfortunate Children in our world, you all have a heart of gold. I believe with poetry I can make a difference!

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Copyright@ 2018 by Jessie Sarang

The book (with working tittle) Orphans Cry is dedicated to the 143 million orphaned kids in the world who strive to wake up each day with a gleam of hope in their eyes and the 400 million kids who have no idea where their next meal will be coming from
This poem talks about the lives and needs of many vulnerable children (and orphans) and their lack of love, it also reflects on their dreams and desires and how lonely they usually feel. In writing this poetry I want to reach out, encourage, and support the existence and desires of every vulnerable child, and to let them know that though as lonely as it may seem, they are never alone. I yearn to motivate these ones giving them a sense of belonging, I write from a collective perspective so they can be aware that there are others who feels exactly the same way, despite race or nationality as these are no boundaries because the feeling is mutual.
I want them to know that THEY CAN! They can do better than be a 10 percent who turn to prostitution for survival or a 20 percent who turn to crimes, or a 3 percent going to college, and that as weak as they seem, they are strong and that there will always be that someone who cares and is willing to listen. Every child deserves to be loved and have someone who believe in them, they don't have to suffer in silence or die by their own hands. And a caring voice might be all that is needed to make this changes happen. Through this book; through poetry, I want to be that voice.

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