fuck the fockers

[creativesoul]

the night that he came in my room unannounced
i pulled a knife on him
ran away from home
mama was real upset
said she thought i was gonna kill him
she could see the newspaper

later on while slinking around
the drunken adults
she understood when they were going
back to the slouch place
where the muscles and every thing just stop

she learned how to determine when the drops in the bottom of the glass
would make them in to that mass
she started by taking money
from thier wallets
if they tormented her at all
she took larger numbers
she was only five

later she learned how to tell when they are lying
the blood has come to the edge of the timberline
the trees were standing
stumpbroke by a cracker
she took his money
sure thing honey
was kind of a slacker
did just what he has to
get by...not too much more
in very area
the dying can be humble
the pride peeled off them like skin
all the desires that were unclouded
left inside what was to begin
a shroud of love that was not freed
tiny in linings of seed
nebulous in a flurry
leaving was just all for hurry

sleeping with the depraved, trying to heal wretched hearts
loving them was not what they wanted
plundered through and around
noise of all those children getting louder
hunger,, sadness run away
this was not her lucky day
from africa to sunset blvd
the same ole profession and no one will
be there when you fall sister-so always have a plan..

[dadio]

Powerful poem; well told.

[Kailashana]

Jesus H. Kerist!

~A

[saw]

gut wrenching..... raw cathartic power.......like an exorcism.........courageous writing c-soul.......

[creativesoul]

this one was just a little too close to the heart=yeah darker forests of the past= run away child- gone wild- seems like theSE days are behind- I HOPE=