We are treated as vagrants
worthless souls with no right to belong
It feels like someone is playing with our lives
having a giggle at our expense
One step forward ten steps back
and even though we were born here there is no recompense.
Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for Monday Quadrille at d’Verse
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Hues of Hankinson 
So so sad. Well done.
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Giggles at others expense are not kind and it does make people feel as if they don’t belong. Nice reminder of that in your poem.
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Yes, it seems to be a recurring story… so many are treated thus.
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Oh dear. I do hope this poem is not too literal.
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it was…but it is ok… have broad shoulders
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Poignant….!
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So very sad to read this ~ Hope things will look better ~
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