Head smacked With an abrupt thwack. Nose aggressively shoved in the corner; Followed by the crazed rant Of an old school rhymer; Unaware their current act....chant.... in the Future be court docket tabled.... Labled... And designated a "child abuse" crime: Breaking news at prime time
"How dare you speak to me? Didn't your mother... Or father teach you proper manners? Look here, look listen! Directly into my eyes see! So... I may know you understand clearly. Little girls (and boys) are to be 'seen and not heard.' You disrespectful ****."
" thwackity thwack" A hard double hit reverberates (Emotionally terminates) As a forceful chalked blue Cue Smacks... Cracks... The backside of the child's red Pigtailed Head (Thrusting it forward in an eight ball call shot Designated for the left corner wall slot).
Nose banking the wall with a hard ******. Dripping blood (In full crimson flood), Invading her mouth with copper waste (Mixed in with the salty taste Of tears falling in silent haste). Destined to dry with a tinge of rust and crust.
Followed by a loss of parental guidance trust.
Daring not a single peep-- In weep. The child covers her bloodied mouth (With trembling hands)-- Muffling emotional cries at an alarming rate-- (In a fearful state), Dreading a forced follow foul stroke: That a single sound could provoke.
Contemplating her prelection: In extreme sudation.
She wondered why her mother.... Father.. Encouraged her ranting chatter And told her that all questions matter?
Certain obligations will remain, with a backyard reborn in Eden. I can only hope I can separate good from ignorance. Now, in my acceptance of defeat, I have proven myself better alone, and stronger, but with an open heart, and open mind.
The flash flood of euphoria, is swallowed by the thirsty ground, eternally unquenched. I will smile, and fix my eyes on the desert sun. I will grow roots and bloom, an endogenous cactus, while envious drifters lick the sand, desperate for a drop of rain.