on child rearing…

while a child prayed...

now
i ain’t trying
to
tell you
how to raise
your child
lord knows
i’ve always
supported
whatever 
you’ve done
even when
you were dating
that
butt ugly
hospital vp
i stood by your side
but
i couldn’t help
but
overhear
how you were
teaching
your child
how to say
prayers
so please forgive me
this one time
but child
that line about
if i die
before i wake
surely is going to keep
that child
awake
i mean
who in the hell
would want to close
their eyes
with that threat
of
dying
hanging over
your
bed
forget
what’s under
it
it’s what’s waiting
when you
close your eyes
that
would make you
wet the bed
not the monster
in
your head
not even
with
the light on
would
anyone
want to sleep
so maybe
you want to repeat
some prayer
about
how god cares
and
shares angels
to
protect you
throughout
the night
that would
surely
take care
of
most
of the night’s
frights

 

 

behind life’s walls…

could see the wall’s slats
where plaster had fallen off
and could hear strange sounds
could also feel the cold air
warning me to stay covered
to remain in this old place
not to tempt the fates
accept the dead bird in hand
like some before me
languishing in lifeless rooms
accepting death before death
mindless survival routines
sanctioned by the church
and other corporations
for the good of all
according to marketing
but what was outside the walls
now here’s the surprising part
outside the first walls
is another set of walls
actually a maze
so once you feel you are free
you find that you’re still walled in
at least with a better view

 

 

please be advised…

please be advised copy

as teenagers
with
what we thought
was
a superior education
to
our parents’
we would be
emboldened
to
attempt
to
slide one
by
them
only to find out
that
life education
was
superior
to
book education
when it came
to
child psychology
so
without fail
we
would hear
child
don’t take
that
tone of voice
with
me
or
you’ll be
sitting
on your backside
before
that smirk
leaves
your face
end
of
case

 

 

 

guilty without due process…

guilty without due process

having been
sent
to bed
early
for their
mischievous behaviors
the two brothers
were unable
to
sleep
the oldest
spoke solemnly
saying
of
all
the devilish
tortures
devised by man
to
punish children
there is only one
that
we must
worry about tonight
oh we’ve
suffered all week with school
so
this day
should have been
our reprieve
but instead
we’re stuck in bed
and
must face
the cruelest torment
of
them all
sunday school
with
sister jones
the elder
who will
without doubt
use our slingshotting
of
her cats
as the center piece
of
her lesson
on
sin

5 million children…

childhood dreams

these are new orphans
none of them were deserted
their parents loved them
but orphanages are their fate
you’re asking how can this be
the answer is quite simple
you see some parents
died from the covid virus
before it was named
some to the known enemy
and some died with denial
arsenic laced politics
whatever the cause
these children are left alone
the love they once knew
has vanished before their eyes
now they must fend for themselves
fill their hearts empty spaces

ball and chain…

scavengers of young souls

the game was always
to get inside of your head
turn myths into doubts
self imposed limitations 
stronger than the chains they forged

 

 

no bed sheets…

no bed sheets

poverty’s child
alone
sleeping on a bare bed
as days
turned
into years
a man 
friendly with people
still
sleeping
on
a bare bed

 

 

holding my breath under water…

holding my breath under water

never learned
to
swim
but
pretended
would crawl
underwater
until
needing
to stand
for
fresh air
then
submerge again
crawling
until
the water got
too
deep
that’s when
i’d
turn around
and
head
for
the shores
society
had
defined
as
safe
for
my
race
and
class
of
existence
pretty much
like
much
of
my life’s
journey
and
extent
of
my freedom