Crystal Dawn - Life

A newborn baby is held in his mother’s arms.
Another newborn baby is looking at his charms.

Held in his mother’s arms, hoping he will be lucky.
The other newborn is already saying, “Ducky.”

At a playground,
A toddler can only find a broken swing.
The other is treated like a king.

In second grade,
The child’s family doesn’t even have a phone.
The other child has a condominium to call his home.

In sixth grade,
The child walks alone.
The other child always has a friend on the phone.

In ninth grade,
The child is smoking weed.
The other child is lovely to see.

In twelfth grade,
The child isn’t going to graduate.
The other child is ready to accumulate.

The other child is what the first child always wanted to be.
“Life was never fair to me.”

Crystal Dawn

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