Love Child
See – In this oven,
a love child.
Outside
embers scar –
Mamas’ heartbreak,
Daddies’ dish rag.
See – a knife, that
cut the cord,
slowly, kill a child.
See – Mamas’ a
milking machine
and Daddy his
knuckle’s raw.
Anger built
these walls,
bruised a child’s heart.
See, carved on
skin, red as embers –
time after time
a twisted mind.
Their children live on
yesterday’s bread
inside flea
infested shacks;
no shirt
on their back.
See – Mama
lost a child,
who sucked its’
thumb –
See – Mama,
told, no one
she would abort
this child.
At home,
Daddy said,
“Sweep yesterdays
dirt, across the floor.”