Little panda, I know you're sad—
Bruised by cruelty,
discarded like broken bamboo,
Ignored by those who should have cared,
Left to weather a storm not of your making.
Little panda, let the tears fall,
The storm will pass,
the sky will clear.
Run where no one follows,
Hide where warmth still lingers.
Was comfort ever real, or just a blur?
A pigment of imagination,
Fading as quickly as it came.
Little panda, I know what you are—
Wounded, weary, stripped of trust.
But little panda, I’ll be here now,
Don’t turn away, don’t cry.
Little panda, my love, Mommy’s got you now.
No more shadows, no more fear—
Only love, only light.
But little panda never truly knew love.
Misunderstood, unloved, cast aside,
Mistreated by a father who never saw him,
Discarded by a mother who only spoke in wounds.
Their hands never held, only harmed.
Little panda would often ask—
Why was he born into chaos?
Unplanned, unwanted, left to drift.
He found solace in solitude,
Knowing no one would stay,
No one would choose him.
Did he deserve this?
Every whip of his father’s drunken rage,
Every word sharpened into cruelty—
He was told it was love,
But love was never pain.
No suffering should be measured,
No wounds compared—
For Little Panda carried a weight
No one else could define.
Little panda, I feel your pain.
Your brothers may bully you,
your mother may downgrade you,
your father may abuse you,
your sister may be their favorite,
But I will always be here
to pick you up when you're down,
wipe every tear from your eyes.