Those words, who ever thought that as a divider?
Unwanted and wanted, mighty and slave, garbage disposal. Because I need to be sure, watching a drowning baby on the river aren’t cruel at all.
Because, unwanted things better go to the unwanted zone.
Because, when your drunken father made love with you, your baby born in unwanted shape.
When you outnumbered, they did the what the drunken father did, then they grouped your baby as the unwanted.
Hand reaching the railing, foot stepping it, hand expanding, balancing, crying and feeling the breeze : I’m joining the unwanted zone.
Written for another fun weekly prompt by Rochelle. Join the 100 word awesome flash.
P.S. photo by the reclining gentleman