Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Children don't understand (Angelou Prompt Poem)


I don't know why my mom left,
Dad explained to us that mom is depressed,
Except children don't understand depressed.

Mom thinks another baby would make her better,
But dad thought that on top of raising her first son,
Four was enough,
So he went out and got a quick snip.

When mom found out,
She was very unhappy,
Eventually she stopped fighting with dad,
And stopped coming home every night.

Dad found out she was pregnant with another man's kid,
So dad filed for divorce,
Except children don't understand divorce,
And they certainly don't understand,
When mom backs the van out of the driveway,
With your brother in the back seat,
Why she wouldn't come back for six years.

(A/N This poem was prompted by a line in Maya Angelou's I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.)

Monday, September 12, 2016

Leftovers (Color Walk Poem)


Mama always sent me to school with a brown lunch sack full of leftovers,
That’s what we had, so that was what I’d take,
I never thought badly of it until the other kids turned their nose up at my Tupperware containers,
They joked about my zip lock bag sandwiches,
Sat their super hero lunch boxes next to my brown, paper sack,
And for the first time I saw just how ugly it was.

I resented my situation,
The chips finally made me cool,
The kids erupted into whispers,
The kids discovered that day that sometimes homemade meals,


So much so that I stopped eating lunch all together,
Unless I found enough change in the couch cushions,
To buy a bag of Doritos from the school vending machine,

But I was more often hungry than not,
Until a new girl joined our class,
And entered the lunchroom with a brown paper sack in her grip,

And as the first joke was made out loud, 
I half expected her eyes to widen with terror,
But instead she smiled,
And offered the bully a slice of her orange,

Could be better than brand name, prepackaged snacks,
Because there was love in a paper sack lunch,

And never again did I feel ashamed to carry that love with me.