For my English class I had to look at an older painting and then write about it. The title of it is "Boy With Clubfoot" and yes you guessed it, this is a picture of a boy with a clubfoot. After pondering what to write about for a little while it hit me to write a poem- a pro-life poem.
sweet, energetic, bright boy
...with a clubfoot
so much to give yet so little given to him
mother's abandonment at two
after multiple doctors told her that his condition was permanent,
uninvolved father
claiming that she should decide,
rejoicing her freedom from him,
sent to an old orphanage,
five years and no one has come to adopt him
because of his clubfoot,
saying that he isn't like other children
or he would be too difficult to take care of,
made fun of by the other children
mocking him by inviting the boy to play sports
knowing full well that he couldn't
no family
no friends
only given pity from those who work at the orphanage
to some a nuisance
a challenge
an inconvenience
to others just a clubfoot
not a person but a body part
