If I Could

by Weeping Willow   Nov 10, 2022


If I could
Sit down with you
Small, scared girl
I would tell you
To find your voice
To take up space
Do not
“Oh it’s okay”
Your way
Through life
Little one please
Learn to shout
When you are hurt
You’re the child
Stop hiding your wounds
In favor of keeping the peace
You deserve hugs and love
Not the least
I would tell you to leave the trash
Of your father’s making on the table
It’s not your job to eliminate the mines
In the field your mother chose to walk on
When 5 out of 7 mornings
You and your sister burn your oatmeal
Unaware of how the microwave works
Stomach rumbling
As you try to wind back the film
That’s popped out of your Barney tape

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  • 1 year ago

    by Oceanloveisland

    What gets my goat is how the professional world expects at least 12 years of school and two years of experience for a decent-paying job, but babies and ignorant victims of neglect can suck the government resources to create more neglect and ignorance, and pain. Speak out we must. Okaying things through life is not okay, Love your poem.

    • 1 year ago

      by Oceanloveisland

      I had many thoughts actually, the child becomes the parent of the next neglected child. This hits home for me. I was the child and then the unprepared parent of the child. Change in how generational abuse gets passed on must be addressed. Slowly humanity is waking, but we need a bucket of ice water. A wake-up call.

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