This may turn out to be against my better judgement, but I am posting it anyway.
"Leiby! Leiby!" Thousands took to the streets
looking for a little boy
who didn't come home
missing for just a few hours
and already, the community mobilized
to find him.
And they did.
Too late.
Dead.
Chopped up.
When it's physical
visible
we all go looking.
But what about all of us
who went missing as children
emotionally?
Whose minds are chopped up
ruined
destroyed?
Whose spirituality
connection with G-d
is gone
along with our childhoods?
No one came looking for us...
No one looks for the little girls
who disappear into their heads
whose smiles are gone
No one looks for us
Because our bodies
are still here.
