You are screaming at me and I'm in tears
your face peeled back
in deep contempt of my need
I am just a little boy and my head hurts and it
is a sin to hope that my aspirin could be cut
because I can't swallow the pills and they get
stuck in my throat, burning. My head is
and I'm falling down, a shaken baby
black around my eyes--
which one of you shook me?
Who did this to me, I'm just a little boy
peaceful in heart,
yet horror stricken; and the anger builds
Unexpressed words defining injustice, are
once again, deeper: evil excels in its clothing
a child in shame, within the denial of its own wrongdoing.
Years of hard work, dismantle the shame..
remove condemnation's heavy, mantle;
but this rage.. this deeply embedded injustice-scream?
A lifetime has not enough years to undo what
the locusts have eaten
And I am only half of it...
a ***** in my armor, and I fall
A cheap shot, my hands now empty
the fire of my temple, now dust..
Lay me there, beside her--
she, that tore me down, she who I now
a beautiful boy, a broken son
in death, makes his peace with mom
his burial place, once again
back, in her arms
This is the home I choose
I forgive you, Momma, be my resting-place now,
my anger, my hatred.. contempt
purged, by cremation's holy fire
all glory and honor, now yours
as the once-broken little boy
curls up safely, in your arms
Your beautiful son has returned,
God.. and a mother's love,
rest his soul.
hell is for children