What is it about me makes him hate me so? God knows he is a piss-poor poet He reminds me of my Uncle Jack I know And the people who know me know it
That same dark anger which destroyed my childhood All the torture the being misunderstood Is all brought back to me in flashback This man might as well be Uncle Jack
Of course Uncle Jack never wrote poetry Hated my father because of that But now when I encounter the bigotry Of this man I only see the fat Flushed sweating fury of Uncle Jack again
Something which was locked away breaks loose He triggers me he opens that box of pain Bearing the broken bones of abuse Which I have kept locked like Pandora these years But what comes out now is pity: no more tears
Don't know much about "Uncle Jack" but I bet he cries when he's hurt.
By the way, Happy Birthday in advance, Bro. Steven. You really look cool going on 51. (I was 3 months old when you were born.)
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
Steve this says so much about the human weakness that we all face and fear. When we are kind of heart and loving and we come across the face of evil we are not equipped to handle it on equal terms for it would change who we are so we hurt and struggle to survive and face another day with the knowledge that they are the ones who truly are to blame or pity.
Felix
Reviewed by June Thompson (Reader)
Reviewed on December 11, 2005
brilliant
I feel as though I know this man myself
I feel as though I've known your pain.. but I've only known my own..
I knew what this was about before I read it I swear.. it almost disturbs me...
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By the way, Happy Birthday in advance, Bro. Steven. You really look cool going on 51. (I was 3 months old when you were born.)
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
Love Tinka
Felix
I feel as though I know this man myself
I feel as though I've known your pain.. but I've only known my own..
I knew what this was about before I read it I swear.. it almost disturbs me...
well done!