Originally published in The Eclectic Muse, Volume 16, Christmas 2010, page 35
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In secrecy our words create our lives,
Since time began our parents seem aloof.
Please take the wheel so I don’t have to drive:
Their words are evil; I’ll provide the proof.
Since time began our parents seem aloof.
They stare, they shame, and numbly hand us signs.
These words are evil; I’ll provide the proof:
My words cast judgment of their awful crimes.
They stare, they shame, and numbly hand us signs:
Their thoughts entice stone failure and despair.
His words cast judgment of those so-called crimes.
A boy cries out — what torture that I hear!
Their thoughts entice stone failure and despair;
That blameless child has something yet to prove.
A boy cried out. What torture did I hear?
But studies say black boys hear spanking’s love.
This blameless child has something he must prove.
Those black folks, they must love to be abusive
(though studies say black girls hear spanking’s love).
Words roll out and the white race gets intrusive.
Those poor folks, they love to be abusive.
Cash and school is fuel for perfect parents.
Words roll out and the smart ones get intrusive:
These childless know-it-alls are such a nuisance.
Cash and school is fuel for perfect parents.
Homeless Hindus sever their children’s legs:
While childless know-it-alls are such a nuisance,
those village mothers burn their daughters dead.
Homeless Hindus sever their children’s legs —
The human is much worse than the animal.
Though village mothers burn their daughters dead,
A father’s act cannot be natural.
The human is much worse than the animal.
A boy is beaten by a baseball bat.
His father’s act cannot be natural.
Poor white dads mold tops of little heads flat.
A boy is beaten by a baseball bat.
Please take the wheel so I don’t have to drive.
Poor white dads mold tops of little heads flat.
In secrecy our words create our lives!