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Bruno. C. / Art Photos / CC BY

She stands, silent
a rag doll
battered and torn
her eyes
without luster
her smile
faded and worn
She lies, defeated
her frayed body
spindling away
another statistic
left to decay

I dedicate this poem to the impoverished children society has sacrificed on the altar of greed. The above poem is an entry in this week’s Trifextra from the Trifecta Writing Challenge blog.Ā  All you need to do is visit the link above and pick a picture from the ones they have listed to write a story or poem about. It can only be 33 words (or less) in length. Think you have what it takes?Ā 


40 thoughts on “Unraveling

  1. If it were personal, there would be a whole lot more outrage as a society about the thousands of children who die each day in poverty from starvation and easily treatable diseases… It’s sad that we dehumanize the poor in order to sleep better at night.

    • while we like to think that maybe this one will escape the chains of poverty and make a good life for themselves, it’s really just fanciful thinking. Most will die in the squalor in which they were born. These children are all victims of a system in which they are sacrificed so others may have more than they could ever need. This world is so messed up.

  2. The whole world is so short-sighted. It’s all about instant gratification without concern for what might be left for the next generation. An endless cycle of poverty results. You said it well.

  3. Totally agree with your take on this topic. Poverty is, indeed, a bitch! The odd thing about poverty is how, when you grow up in the midst of it, your worldview becomes framed by it. I work with students who come almost exclusively from a welfare housing project and, I can tell you from experience, as abhorent as domestic violence, malnutrition, mental illness, drug and alcohol addiction, etc., are, the kids I work with believe that this is the way the world works. They know nothing different. They may not always be happy with their lot in life but, they accept their circumstances to a degree that breaks your heart twenty times over. The life I lead and attempt to share with them as a role model often seems like a movie in their eyes. Sometimes, as their teacher, the best I can hope for is to help them to feel respected, safe, cared for and valued as humans for the six hours or so they are with me each day. Poverty is definitely a disease that exists in epidemic-like proportions in too many parts of the world to mention. It is important to keep shining the spotlight on this issue, as you have so eloquently done.

    • They accept them because the projects are where hope goes to die… Keep doing the wonderful work you are doing to help those disadvantaged kids to see themselves in a different light. The states need more teachers like you.

    • thank you. I have seen a lot of people have chosen to write about her. Most try to take a bit of a happier approach… I just couldn’t help but feel bad when I look at that picture, just like I do every single type I see those sort of infomercials about sponsoring kids in foreign lands.

    • Yeah it’s incredible how we can all weep for the loss of little lives when tragedy strikes in the form of a madman but when the tragedy is a lack of food or medical supplies, the heartbreak and outrage isn’t there. I’m not sure if this is from dehumanizing the poor to the extent that we do or what but whatever it is, it’s tragic.

    • I know, I know… I want her to be okay too but it would be disingenuous for me to say I think she has a fair chance. I look at a kid like this and think the only difference between her and my daughter are simply random chance in their circumstances of birth.

  4. Heart wrenching words-another statistic left to decay:-(When will we learn to love everyone & not discriminate-when will we all be equal!Though this is so sad,loved this poem:-)

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