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Kai 4d
Father, please
Listen to me!
Let me speak!
Stop yelling at me
Stop yelling at Mom

Father, please
Stop leaving the house so often
You act like you're going to another girl's house
Why take $50 with you?
Didn't mother say we're broke?
That was the reason why I created my Etsy business, wasn't it?
That is the reason why you started to eat cheap, stomach aching foods, wasn't it?

Father, please
Stop yelling at me
For the most useless reasons
Father, please
Don't play off your nasty words as a joke
It's clearly not a joke
You've been like this since 2018

Father, please
Allow me to speak
I want you to listen to my voice
Yet, it's the same voice you say you want to seize

Father, please
Stop saying you're "the adult"
You act like a child on a daily basis
Father, please
If you're an adult
Act like it
Ground me for A MONTH
Please <3

Father, please
Give me all the affection that Caesar gets
Don't let your anger release
Don't blame it all on me
Caesar is all you can see
You allow him to do anything
And he gets no discipline
Father, please
Tell me why is that so?
Father, please
Don't avoid the question
Father, please
Tell me
Is it because I'm not biological?

"Father", please
You're always sober
Remember to do things for us all
Within this house we hold

"Father", please
The closest thing is work
Is simple chores
I may sound like a hypocrite
But if you're so "depressed"
Because you can't legally get a job
Do chores

"Father" , please
See these scars?
They're from you and your voice
"Father", please
I know it's my fault
I understand
"Father", please
When are you going to stop yelling?
You raise your voice every time you see me

"Father", please
Stop.
I have to keep my father because my Mom wouldn't be happy living alone when I leave the house when I'm older.
Reece Mar 23
I may not be that old,
Been sixteen for a little over a week,
But I know,
That time is painfully fleeting.
Those routines I adore,
Grind life away to a paste,
Though I may deplore,
I don’t want all this time to be a waste.
Everywhere I turn,
Always pushing me to look to the future.
I see that I crash and burn,
Thoughts that make require sutures.
Forcing me to face the inevitable,
That my childhood will soon be gone,
I wish I could be a rebel,
Run away and come back at the dawn.
Time keeps ticking,
Time keeps slipping,
From me.
Keep growing older,
As time moves slower,
And everything I see,
Keeps fading.

Childhood memories,
Haunting me,
As houses are built,
On sacred land.
Two years left,
Till things start to leave my hands.
No amount of distraction,
Is ever enough,
It just delays the action,
And makes the truth more rough.
How it hurts,
To see my childhood drying up.
How it burns,
That expectations rise while I cry my eyes out,
Cause I don’t want to accept that time’s wasting,
I want things to stay the same,
And I hate that they are changing.
If I could stop time and keep everything as is,
You’d have to give me a good reason to take the next step.
For the fear of failure,
Outweighs all the good I see,
Too many possibilities.
People talk me up,
An excuse to disappoint,
Sometimes I don’t even know who I am,
Yet, they seem to have a point.
Days turn to weeks turn to months long gone,
Can never get them back,
And time doesn’t let you mourn,
We just keep on keeping on,
And hope you don’t get left behind.
All this fear holds me back,
Like the chains in my tower,
I want to break free,
But instead, I cower,
Tell myself I’m getting better,
While the results are nowhere to be found.
I stay looking envious at the ground,
While other people excel and move forward,
I’m stuck at the start,
Overcomplicating where to walk.
I’m up high in the sky,
Stuck in the middle of the beanstalk,
Too afraid to climb back down,
And too afraid to reach for the stars,
For what if I fall?
What if I fly?
Do I have the gall,
To even try…?

Growing older isn’t fun,
But it’s just a part of life,
Don’t know where I’m going,
I’ll find out in due time.
When you
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO YOUR HOMEWORK and
MAKE SURE IT'S RIGHT,
not long after HAVING DINNER,
then it's LIGHTS OUT GOODNIGHT,
Back in the Day,
MY PARENTS DROVE A CADILLAC,
An OLDSMOBILE REGENCY,
Now What ya'll think of THAT???
IN THE HOOD,
WHEN YOU GOT IN TROUBLE IN SCHOOL, and your GRADES WERE BAD,
When you had SCHOOL FRIENDS, and
ALL OF THE FUN THAT YOU GUYS HAD,
GIRLS PLAYED DOUBLE DUTCH,
THE BOYS PLAYED BALL,
PICKLES and KOOL-AID
was the best, IF I RECALL,
CHIPS and SODA,
NOW-N-LATERS,
THE TIMES WERE LAID BACK, AND
LIFE WAS GREATER,
LEMON HEADS,
BOSTON BAKED BEANS,
MR. MELON,
CHERRY CLAN, and
JOHNNY APPLESEEDS,
THESE ARE MY FONDESS
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES!!!,
IN THE HOOD, you weren't
SUPPOSED TO SQUEAL, because
SNITCHES GET STITCHES, and
that's on the REAL, REAL!!!
Back in the back day,
things weren't too bad,
IT'S 2025
NOW, THINGS ARE JUST SAD,
OH, IF I COULD JUST JUMP
in a TIME MACHINE,
and REVISIT and TALK to the
OLD YOUNGER ME, and
tell her about THESE PRESENT TIMES,
  I GUARANTEE YOU, IT WILL BLOW HER MIND, and
I WILL give her
WISDOM and INSPIRATION,
INSPIRE TO KEEP GOING, and have MOTIVATION,
I just WISH I CAN, and
I WISH I COULD,
as I recollect my youth of,
LIVING IN THE HOOD!!!


B.R.
DATE: 3/17/2025
Heal through my love & I promise you forgiveness.
Keep your temple strong, but your mental stronger for me.
Intimately connecting my soul onto …

Love yours
Tamara Walker Feb 23
It took 30 years

For me

To feel powerful

It may take

Another

To

Believe it
In 30 years where do you see yourself?
Tamara Walker Feb 23
I have lived 30 years

Living 30 years of experiences

All of them the same me
A reflection on turning 30 last year.
Laokos Feb 17
he's getting old now, but still young enough
to buy self-help books he’ll read
only to stay on the treadmill
next to the other suburbanauts.
uses a fortune cookie slip as a bookmark
that just says run.

he's getting old now, but still young enough
to think he "found" someone—
someone as boring as he is,
and they swore to her readymade god
"to have and to hold" each other's
credit card debt and tangled mess of neuroses
‘til death of one kind or another comes.

he’s getting old now, but still young enough
to pretend it’s not happening.
cleans the gutters. trims the lawn.
drags his boat to the river every summer
to drink beer and lie in the heat—
like the sun will burn the years off.

he’s getting old now, but still young enough
to break down in the grocery store,
somewhere between the potato chips
and the popcorn,
crying onto the linoleum,
wiping his nose on his sleeve—
a quiet little implosion
under fluorescent lights.

he’s getting old now, but still young enough
to think he’s missing something.
like a dog still searching for the ball
that was never thrown.
like a flickering motel sign that just says
no vacan, no vacan, no vacan

he’s getting old now, but still young enough
to feel like a frozen dinner in the microwave—
burnt to hell on the outside,
ice-cold in the middle.
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