Where Are The Children?

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Do you remember the girls jumping double-dutch and playing jacks on the front porch or the boys playing football and running that basketball up and down the court? I long to hear their laughter. Their innocence is gone. They are no longer dreaming dreams because they live in the nightmare of this reality. Because Daddy is gone and Momma is working 2 jobs, teachers don’t care, and the neighbors mind their own business now a day. What happened to the African Proverb, ‘it takes a village to raise a child?’ The village is now in an uproar and Our Children are raising themselves. What happened to the neighborhood centers that use to keep Our Children safe after school? Oh, I forgot the politicians promised them funding but the programs got the ax during to last budget cut. Now you see red and blue banners waving from pockets or wrapped around heads. Our children are wearing them like badges of honor, the tell tale sign that the gangs are taking over and if Our Children wear either color they will end up dead.
Mothers and Fathers I must ask:
“Do you know where your Child is?”

Razor Sharp

Ma’s soul is callused
self esteem bruised
and heart numbed
from the constant carvings
by Daddy’s razor tongue

He sharpened it nightly
and soaked it in alcohol
sliced open deep wounds
that left mental scars

From what I’ve witnessed
words hurt more than fists
His swing was a mighty one
His words never missed

I don’t think he realized
just how much pain he caused
I don’t think he ever cared
He just wanted to control her
with angry words
and threatening stares

I don’t know
what he said last night
but that fight
really pissed Ma off
This morning
Daddy woke up
with a gun in his mouth
and Ma blew his tongue right off

copyright Berthony Poux
www.soulofbrooklyn.com

Little brown boy

by- bee – bynesbit

Little brown boy did you know you own he future
as Judas kiss pierced your Saviors side
And oppression finds you
you own the past
and dogs chase you through he woods with a crippling
stereotype
And police suspect of you of a crime
keep one thing in mind
Little Brown boy you own the future

By: Bridgett Nesbit
sole Property of Ajuan’a Literary Creations & Critique

Domestic Patterns

by – kwon316 – live_316

whether its the sleeping or cheating
the habits are persistent

dates back to mom and dad handling their differences
settling it with verbal or abusive conflicts

young brother wish times were better
these arguments taint and make him bitter

coming of age, hes ready to date
past influences cause him to impregnate

mind is twisted
reality is sinking in

he flees from the problem
leaving the baby’s mama without dada

child support rushed his door
only to find him consumed with alcohol on the floor

he was then sentence 10 years
all he can do is reflect his young years

CHILDHOOD

by – ladyt2000 – taraus_2000

CLUMPED FURNITURE-FILLED ROOMS

CHILDREN’S LAUGHTER ECHOED AROUND THE HOUSE

SHARING TEARS AND LOVE IS WHAT A CHILD IS ALL ABOUT.

FAMILIAR FOOTSTEPS DISSIPATED IN THE HOLLOW QUIET HALLS AND ROOMS

GENERATIONS OF TREASURED MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD

ARE GONE WAY TO SOON.