Why do your children scream

Why do your children scream
cry until they can’t breathe
scream for you too see
to see that they are in need
why do your children want
want what you do not
want more than you give
why do you let them scream
cry and not satisfy their needs
why do I hear such things
screaming and crying
mommy please
they wail and wail all day
what are you doing anyway?
Why do your children scream
cry until they can’t breath
they’re screaming for you to see
as children they have needs
you made them so you’re responsible
they exist and you are the one they call
they scream and cry and beg for you
but you’re too tired to care, aren’t you?
Why did you have them
if you didn’t care
if you weren’t going to manage
their needs and their cares
why did you have them
just so they’d scream
tell all the neighbors how little they mean
why do your children scream
they cry and cry until they can’t breathe
why do your children cry
you ignore them and have all their life

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In the name of youth

Let’s redeem R Kelly
how that feels to read
let’s forget his crimes now
oh now that we believe
why do we trust these victims
only when they’re adults
why must we beat the children
devour the youth at any cost
let’s redeem R Kelly
cancel someone else instead
he can still make music
he can still give bread
let’s redeem R Kelly
oh why must we love fiends
but only when they abuse children
yes them we protect with ease
we unbury the dead, dig graves
and piss on them
we’d rather repeat ourselves
with lies and ridiculous doubt
let’s forget the truth
what we know and what we knew
let’s eat the children destroy the youth
all for some immortality pursuit
never grow old just sacrifice the new

The problem

Wait a minute-
you confused?
you think it’s about
something more obtuse?
Are you kidding
or just fucking stupid?
Is this a woman predator
or a child molester
did he rape little girls
and grew them to women
then why you fuckng taking
any media attention
this isn’t about you
this isn’t about a system
this is about children
and how we never listen
we feed them to the dogs
then we act surprised
when it means to us
we gotta sacrifice
you don’t want to look at
the truth that has been done
everyone’s a coward
when children are our plugs.
You acting all confused now
like you didn’t know
everyone knew the story
now his musics what they own
it’s not about a single
fucking grown adult
it’s how we fail the children
this is it, and that is all.

We need to do better

We need to do better-
no, shit.
We need to do better-
than quit!
We need to do better-
but we just keep talking
we just keep walking
away.
We need to do better-
just stop!
We need to do better
it’s all talk,
won’t name the problem
just walk
act all remorseful
but don’t
don’t name the problem
we won’t.
We need to do better-
yes,
name the fucking problem
and then
change the way you think
and let
let the truth set in
we protect those that commit
acts of child of molestation,
child rapist and then
we need to do better-
yes.
We protect adults the best
keep the monsters living
and tell the children
they’re healing.
We need to do better,
we forget who we are
we used to love children
but those moments are gone-
feed them to demons
protect what is wrong
we need to do better
but we do not see
we take the steps
to look away
facing the problem
we must maintain
look at the devil
say it’s real name
then sacrifice the ones
who commit to evil
we need to do better
we really do
we need to do more
than just say that we do.

Who needs the night?

Burning, burning, burning bright
pull the fear out of the night
send the children out to play
give them back the light of day
remind them they are not to stay
stay at home and be safe
part of youth is danger and challenge
break a bone learn how to handle it
burning, burning, burning bright
help the children take back the night

Children take care of their parents

Don’t blame the parents
don’t blame the home
don’t blame the decisions
just go with the flow
cry about evils
in our government
don’t blame the parents
who gave birth to these kids
blame the county
the county they invade
as they have more children
in the hopes they can stay
don’t blame the parents
who use children
like tools
a means to circumvent
our country’s rules
to hope they get amnesty
but they didn’t think
what happens to my children
if my deportation they seek-
what kind of parent
has children just to sell
to sell them the moment
they get threaten with jail
so they must leave
never thought of their children
never thought to be
more aware of what to do
how to live their lives
the kind of parents
that would give themselves
so their children can survive
don’t blame the parents
just blame the world
because if the parents have failed
well that’s just absurd
it’s not their own fault
they’ve lost their children
they just meant to use them
until we chose to admit them.

The clear backpacks of Parkland

Safety scissors,
plastic cups,
rubber bumpers,
all lit up
everything
bright as day
clear backpacks
are here to stay!
You have asked for-
you did want;
safety, protections-
did you not?
This is the price
of your safety
an invasion into
precious privacy
they will look
at what you carry
because you
demanded
they look
to ensure safety.
Didn’t think this through
so-tampons save me!

Teenage superheroes

Teenage superheroes
we’ve got saviors
who can’t buy beer
but they will save us
from our fears
wondering why
they can’t just have the career
no acceptance to the stars
but they will change this world of ours
tear it down and build it up
they will save the lot of us
teenagers who will create
the kind of world they think will stay
permanence they have yet seen
death though witnessed means nothing
teenage superheroes scream
they will save us
everyone
they will save us
from what we’ve done
they don’t know their history
but they will save us all today
children do the darndest things
save the world-save dream!

In the time of the child activist

Children teaching children
who then teach the adults
tell them how the world works
and what we all should want
peace, love and equality
oppressive systems dismantled at all cost
but they don’t know what a payment is
or how these victories are wrought
children know of child things
adults remember well
remember what it was like
living in youths shell
children teaching children
who then teach the adults
who listen without flinching
or giving second thought
everything is perfect
when seen through child eyes
but when they all grow up
they will regret this time
children are just children
adults should always protect
when children teach the adults
the adults choose to forget
that children are just children
and when we fail them so
the world will burn so gloriously
so hopeless and so alone.

Cathy

She’s at the counter again. Counting to ten-can’t stay idle too long or the boss will threaten her job.
She’s tired. This is her tenth day on. She’s been working long days and staying into the night-she needs the money. God, she needs the money.
She’s got a rowdy kid in the booth to her right. Her hands are on the counter-she’s got five more seconds. The kid throws a glass. Had five more seconds. She can’t hear the crash she just moves to pick it up. Robotic. She hates the feeling of the unconscious movement. The fact that she’s been a waitress going on too long now, it truly is automatic.
The mother of the kid catches her attention-she can’t hear a thing. It’s not alarming more of a Peanuts kind of thing-wah wah and all. She’s apologizing, at least, that’s what it looks like. The kid throws a napkin dispenser as her mother gasps in horror of her little angels actions. She continues to apologize then grabs her daughter by the wrist and sits her down.
The waitress sighs with a smile and a nod going to pick it up. She’s thinking it might be good to turn back on the sound now if only she had a choice. Today’s one of those days-there’s no choice.
Sometimes she wonders how the brain works, how days like this happen and how she’s managed to function without hearing the orders. She wonders a lot of things all at once before walking directly into her boss. His mushy barrel chest hitting her entire face. She’s not a small woman, but he’s a rather large, large man.
She backs up. He looks down stern face turns jovial and he laughs “lost again Cathy?” she can hear again. This doesn’t make her happy. She smiles and sighs thinking of what to say, obviously, too slow “that’s alright girl!” he grabs her shoulder, she shrugs, but he doesn’t let go “I need you to go to the back grab some more pies and display’em the new girls they don’t know how to make’em pop like you” she smiles, nods and walks past him as she does he swats her butt. Her face hardens.
The loud noise of the diner surrounds her as she’s reminded she needs this job. All the thoughts constantly working through her mind have found focus. Even if she wanted to fork the man’s eyes out, she just can’t today.
Passing through the double doors to the kitchen she walks toward the refrigerator, enters then quickly exits. “Goddamn it! Can we not fuck where the food is!?” the cooking staff just laughs having watched her walk in, knowing. “Seriously” she huffs stamping back out onto the floor. Shoving passed the double doors mumbling about the state of the world.
She smiles at the customers and nods to the other girls who all have smirks on their naive faces. They all knew who was getting hers from the recently released. She can’t help, but wonder what young girls see in post prison sex. Shaking her head the kid from before is at the register she smiles down at her. The small girl no more than six smiles while slowly raising up her hand displaying a proud middle finger. She smiles bemused and shakes her head.
She’s happier now, thinking that she needs the money for rent and not the parasite she gave up.
She goes back behind the counter starting back at ten peaceful-motherhood is for the birds.