We were born loved despite our crying screaming wailing kicking bawling We were born We were children once Our only pain was scraped knees We were loved cherished nurtured angels young We were children We grew up forgotten hated black sheep uncontrollable unloved We grew up. We were born into this world as a beautiful and loveable thing. We grew up perfect little angels. We then became forgotten and wretched. Our parents cast us out, forget us, curse us, hate us. We do not matter to the ones who raised us.