Growing Up

screaming and in tears, not knowing what we are about to experience we are placed in arms of those we don’t know and expected to bond with them holding our little hands and stroking our soft skin as if we were their property, we cry when we have to feed because being so close to somebody’s skin is uncomfortable especially when they can’t understand our words through wails we are abandoned by the only humans we know and left to go out in the world we spend the day once again with new people and new feelings trapped inside the body of a child but a mind far too wise left for us to do the same thing to “our” children - unKnownPerson