He carries a backpack heavier
than himself
Walks home in the hot humid evning,
miserable.
Tears on his cheeks, sobbing,
he walks like the wind..
Not fast enough to miss the hit
from mom right behind.
She hits him on the head and
screams at him, hits him again..
He takes it, cries some more,
and continues walking....
If only I could crossover and
smack that mom.
Give her a taste of pain and insult,
hoping she will stop.
Stop her anger from overpowering
her love, stop hurting..
Stop from hurting an innocent kid,
a man in the making.
For heaven forbid this man takes
the belt to his kid
Just coz he could not grow,
at the pace he chose fit.
The cycle continues....
Another kid with his mom visits
the supermarket
Wants something so small, a candy
and a biscuit packet
He's hungry and tired and looks
like he ran a marathon
For his small self, life seems like
a mountain does to his mom.
She refuses to give in, shouts at him,
screams and threatens,
Everyone watches along, afraid to interfere
and not brave enough to meddle
Is there a better way to talk to
your kid?
Is there a more loving voice
in your head?
Is your life so difficult and unbearable?
The why did you choose to give birth to an individual?
Should this cycle continue???
