My name is hardly called, My father often forgets my name.
My mother often miscounts me. My voice is silent,
They never answered my questions. I am that invisible child.
My name is hardly called,
My parents never read for me bed time stories but
they do to them, I am that unplanned Child, reflection
of all hardship and pain they been through. They
can’t look me in a eye, Ask me how am…I? Maybe.
I am that invisible child. My name is hardly called,
My first grade teacher Forgot my name, My present teachers
They ask my name daily, It is not that hard but
It too long, it my parents’ Story in one word, I hate it.
My name is hardly called, I am not a first born,
surely I turned their Lives upside down,
I delayed their dreams, They were having fun, boom
The invisible child, I am.. the invisible child.