Mother, Tell me why people Hurt each other Why father tears you apart Yet you smile in pain
Mother, Remember the time When a homeless man Was a filth In a woman's eyes? A curse even in his helplessness?
Mother, Why do the kids in school Despise a color? Is black all that bad? I happen to like that boy, why can't they?
Mother, Why did cousin die Just because She wore the wrong clothes Acted funny When she was having fun by herself?
Mother, Why do people hurt each other? Make me understand Please,please My chest feels weird When I see tears and black and blue And scars, too I hate seeing people sad Don't you hate it too?
Tried to think of this poem as something that my inquisitive seven year old sister will say. And I think when I was young I asked something similar to someone ( cant remember who)