Little Boy - Clare Morris

[Larry Robinson]

Little Boy

for Donald Trump

When you speak, I hear 
the child in you demand:

	Make me a golden crown
	Bring me a spotless mirror
	Tell me I an the smartest
	richest, most powerful 
	king ever. You like me
	––don’t you? Don’t You? 
	Answer me. 

What is the story
of the sorrow I hear behind
the wall of your bravado?
Did no one welcome your birth?
Did no one notice the 
miracle of you?

In your man’s body, you are 
a boy-child who fears 
he will fail, who was not seen 
or heard, whose gifts were 
greeted with disdain.           

I hold in my arms
the newborn you once were.
I want you to be cherished,
not for being the wealthiest, 
cleverest winner, 
but for the wholly human
you were created to become.		

	- Clare Morris
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