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- Jan 15, 2012
- 3 min
A lament for the lost children
To the unparented son:
I am so sorry your mother failed you. I’m sorry she had you so young, that she didn't go to school past sixth grade, that illiterate people raised her.
I'm sorry your best parent is the stepfather who kicked you with steel-toe boots until you blacked out. Your life has been defined by what you were not given: enough love, enough attention, enough guidance, advocacy, safety, limits, boundaries, supervision, joy.
You were robbed of your childhood