she sits on the floor of the run down apartment the little baby in her arms began to cry he is hungry again but there is no food the neighbors are shouting at her to keep him quiet hush little child please we cant afford to move again only seventeen and already so much responsibility she places her hand over the bruise that covers her eye he got drunk again last night and they got into a fight he wanted to throw the baby outside because he wouldnt stop crying no money and no job she has no choice but to do it he will be better off someone will find him its the right thing to do she knows this she could never take care of him the landlord has warned her many times telling her to keep that baby quiet he says that they cant afford to move she kisses the top of his little forehead and wraps him up in a t-shirt gives him to her boyfriend and goes to the bathroom and cries the boyfriend goes into the alley says sorry little man and places the baby in the trash can to die he never looks back nor does he care a burden off his chest now they can go back to their room and get high
Reason for writing:
this poem is about my nephew Jerimiah, my older sister and her boyfriend left him in the trash can to die because they didnt want him...jerimiah is now three and he lives with my mother.
Birth sign: Aries
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