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Left
written by: Georgia Lagun
Category: Ode
Six years ago I was 8.
No, 10.
Gee, I was 12.
I can't remember.
How should I know?
Dumped on a doorstep at God knows how old.
I don't know when my birthday is,
Just the day I was found.
29th April 1999.
Was I dumped then?
I can't remember.
I can't remember my Mom.
She must have been quite young.
No, I don't know.
I was just put there,
Really, too cold.
How should I know when I was only three?
I wasn't three.
I would have ran back after her.
I must have been young.
Or maybe she drugged me,
Before she dumped me there?
That can't be right.
It would say in my records.
I must have been under one,
Because they said I couldn't talk.
But,
Maybe my Mom didn't teach me to talk?
No, that can't be right.
Why can't it be right?
How should I know when I was only young?
I shouldn't know.
I could have been five,
But that's highly unlikely.
Why would she dump me so late in the game?
I would have started school,
And would be learning to read and write.
Maybe, she hadn't put me in school?
But, why?
If it would get me out of her sight?
I could have been a horrible child,
Shouting and screaming all of the time.
But, that's no reason to leave a child to die.
Is it?
Perhaps it wasn't her fault.
Perhaps she was mental?
No, that can't be right.
It would be on my records.
Possibly, right?
But, they didn't know who she was.
So, I was left on some steps to die.
In the cold, moonlit sky.
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