A Misplaced Family
by Mary E Lacey, Desertrat
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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about gangs and the sad effect they have on our society...and themselves
They run together,
a human pack of wild dogs
frightening everyone that comes in their path
they proudly show their body’s
Tattoos invading their skin.
A gang says they are a family;
They wear their colors with pride.
The families have names like “The Bloods; the “Hoods”,
or “The Evil Eyes”
Like warring countries, they proclaim
they own turf, and if other colors should cross it,
They should be prepared to die.
These misplaced teens roam the streets, with nothing
but violence stuck in their minds. And when a member deserts them
What happens to him, they no longer care.
A pool of blood lay on the
on the sidewalk, with the
traitor gang member facing down.
He lay there dead for the longest time
Being quite alone
A woman comes, picks his head up,
and begins to wail, “My baby, my baby’
dear Lord, NO!!!
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|Reviewed by Joan Huffman
|Family is the key word: the gang is the family that the teen doesn't have.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|So true... What are we to do? Mama [and Papa] have a lot to do with how their kids turn out. A few of the right words here and there go a long way to steer them in the right direction. It's too late when they are face-down, bloody in the street
|Reviewed by Swan Son
|Well said -- what gangs are .... how they hurt the people who love those who choose the life of the gang. For every gang member, there is a mother or father wondering what they could have done differently. So sad.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Gangs are a scourge of modern societies; a very dark side of humankind. Thank you, Mary. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Bernice Lakota
|Very sad and touching write, how misplaced are our teens yes, I believe they come from a misplaced household as well....Powerful piece.|
|Reviewed by Barbara Smith
|Oh, how touching this is Mary...most of these young teens doing this sort of thing has "no" caring parents. They don't know what is right because they've only seen wrong all their lives. Such a sad write but full of honesty & truths. A nice write.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Heartbreaking ending to a sobering write that's all too common today. Sad!! This is what happens when prayer/God is removed from the schools or homes! Our children end up suffering the most; no, we ALL do!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Misplaced, displaced, ignored until too late, And you captured the seeming essence of the tragedy of the whole thing. Your writing pierced me to the core. Liz|
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|Such a gripping write my friend, powerful and sad but to often true! Gangs have always been around, only now more dangerous than ever! Sad how our young people can be mislead so easily, most are searching for stability, acceptance, or escape from a messed up homelife and all too often drugs...sad but true! You've penned a poem with powerful imagery that speaks to the hearts of mothers!
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|Unforunately when I lived in the cities, gangs were an all to prevalent part of some of the kids life, things need to change, something needs to be done to show these children that gangs are in no way shape or form about love.
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|Your poem reflects what teenagers go through whenever they would join a gang.Teenagers need rolemodels who will guide them in the right direction in their lives whether its a family member,a friend,teacher,etc.I guess the reason why they want to join gangs because they want to have that bond and love that they don't get from their real life families.Also they want to "fit in" so to speak.
|Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier
|The uniforms that we wear...to find love...Great read Mary|