You're So Special

The child sat on the floor
Playing with blocks, toting
Little plastic menagerie from
Inside the play bucket.

The child roared,
Speech devoid,
Mongoloid.
Her eyes slanted
Across the pallid
Fishy cheeks that know
No expression.

Overweight, the fat
Never simmered, never
Squirted out of her skin.
Her walking,
A pitiful excuse
To get from
One point to another.

Sated, abated,
Brain deflated.
From cradle to grave,
The mother’s arms
The only warmth
She’d accept.
Smiling, she learned
Only in dreams, where
In pregnancy her mother
Never made mistakes