Will I ever get there?

I saw them playing, clicking pictures
I gently asked ‘can I come up’?
They shrugged me off
And said go away, this is not your place!

I was cleaning the table
Where I saw his mother
Feeding him gently
Telling all the stories I never got a chance to hear

I silently whispered,
I wish I had a mother
Look I’m just here
Would you keep me like your son?

I was picking up the plates where one of it fell
A scream came my way ‘can you do one thing straight?’
I looked around and all went black
My cheek turned red, it hurt so bad; did I just get a slap?

I was cleaning the room
When my heart started to pound
Just touched a toy lying around
And then came he crying about!

I tried to explain
I just wanted to play
‘They are expensive’ they said
‘Have you even seen your face?’

I sobbed and cried
No one seemed to have cared
I have a heart too, am I not a child?
Is it my fault, if I’m born in a no-where town?

I picked myself up, brushed myself off
My stomach crunched, and my eyes felt numb
But those images kept flashing that day
And I kept asking myself, 'will I ever get there?'