This was done in response to a challenge
to write a poem from a child’s viewpoint.
mama say she love him
daddy too
daddy always do
what mama do
mama dress him nice
nice as can be
so other people look at him
mama stand him on a chair
to brush his curly hair
shake his hips
put her finger to his lips
wipe away the frown
he jump down
mama say bobby
go to school
he say no
mama say that the rule
mama dont know
why he wont go to school
he never told her so
mama say bobby go
he say no
mama dont know
the reason why
he cry
please dont tell no one
what he say
why he wont go to school
if you do he be done
mama do like yesterday
tell daddy beat him she so mad
he hit him bad
he silly fool
daddy say
mama dont know
why he dont like school
dont know bout the picnic by the pool
mama dont know
that teacher touch him
bove the knee
in the pool they splash around
under water teacher try
to pull his pretty swim suit down
mama say teacher a good man
dont know he touch him with his hand
he dont lie
mama dont know man is mean
mama mean to make him go
mama say school good for him
mama dont know
mama dont know what she dont see
what she never seen
teacher tell him
we play games
name no names
if you tell
you go straight to hell
where boys go when they lie
where bad boys go to die
teacher touching every place
he just want to hide his face
mama say now go along
teacher tell him right from wrong
he learn a lot mama say
he just want to run away
teacher give him dime
not just once
every time
teacher give him dime
mama dont know
why he say no
he wont go
daddy hit him bad
mama look like she is sad
cant be mama glad
mama dont know
that teacher bad
dont know teacher’s touching hand
dont know why he hate school
why he hate the swimming pool
mama say bobby gotta go
mama dont know
he dont hate mama
dont you see
he shamed of himself
he have to hide from himself
he hates himself
stan
Blessings and Love - Micke
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
Cynthia
abusing their trust
protectors steal innocence
hiding in terror
Carole~
Love,
Eileen
Be always safe,
Karen
Allow me to concur with all the comments made below and add that this is deeply disturbing; what is admirable about the writing is the consistency of style and the understatement on the cusp of denial and discretion. This took the excellent discipline and skill you always show to bring it off, and bring it off you did, distinctly Williamsonesque.
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Shattering - the innocence of a child destroyed by the world and Mama don't know - tragic. Effectively penned sadness.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*