every time time you
Tell your daughter
You yell at her
Out of love
You teach her to confuse
Anger with kindness
Which seems like a good idea
Till she grows up to
Trust men who hurt her
Cause they look so much
Like you

"Don't give up on me," she wrote
As if that decision was ever mine to make

When is this going to stop?,
When is this going to end?,
When is this poem going to make sense?,

When are we going to stop using this word?,
When is it going to get out of date?,
When is it going to be late?,

When is when going to die?,
When is when going to lie?,
When am I going to stop asking weird questions?,

When?

What makes a poet?
HIS SOUL.....