this world shatters our protected childhood
like a wine glass
faces, I remember to be sweet
are human, after all
adults know to be kind to children
and when they’re not kind
something is wrong
When you are a child, people are patient
they don’t expect you
to know
I didn’t realize people are so selfish
they get themselves drunk
so they don’t have to remember
all of the horrible things they said
old ladies, drinking wine
gossiping about their anger
While old men, find better things to do
with their sunset
they are just as bad
but somehow, there is something sick about the woman
who isn’t sweet anymore, and no longer tries to be
She has lost her grace
through years of abuse
her words
hurt others—
she doesn’t care
Women could have
power over men
because he wants respect
and this is denied
again and again.
Stains mark the dining table,
where he was murdered with talk
blood
drips
onto the floor
the wine glasses are broken
Men, don’t sit-down,
anymore.
Strong ending. So intense and remarkable
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Thanks, BrittnyLee!!! 🙂
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Wow. This brought up some strong feelings in me-the finding other things to do with their sunsets and that punching last line. Really a powerful poem.
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Thanks, Bridgette!!! 🙂 My best poems come from a deeply emotional place. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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