You look into a poor innocent child’s eyes and what do you see?
Fear…
Hunger…
Pride…
Hope …
Joy…
Anger…
But you know what I see?
I see someone afraid longing, longing, longing
Longing, longing, and longing to be accepted
For we all yearn to be somebody
Somebody brave, someone fierce, someone loyal
Someone smart and someone liked
But those eyes, those small shiny eyes carry with them a story
A story full of tears, a story of pain, a story with death calling its name
But you know what else I see?
I see longing, longing, longing, longing to be accepted
I see longing, longing, longing, longing for a better future
I see longing, longing, longing, longing
I see longing, longing, longing, longing……
And I see hope
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