Acceptance is Madness

 

People say it’s difficult to comment,

Difficult to comprehend and understand –

And I guess it is for most;

Guess that they don’t really know

The harsh reality

When violence meets poverty,

Yet that is what life has been for me

That’s how it’s always been ever

Since my age of memory.

 

I am bitter,

Bitter to the point

I’m twisted in my years upon

This World as what ‘you,’

Always took for granted,

I never really had; Love!

 

     And there go my fellow siblings,

Cold, cold like hardened haunted

Years of prostitution,

Lonely in their outlook,

Unable to keep relationships that

     Stay.

 

All we ever knew was how

To take the beatings –

From the whipping of the bottom

To the broken noses and bruised faces,

And those vicious scars I witnessed

From a Mother’s talons

Were not the accident she claimed,

And all along,

We’re just kids,

Just kids with no love,

No love.

 

     It is so difficult to convey to you -

All, from the eating of shit to

The drinking of piss,

That I cannot write no more

Upon the page,

 

All, we ever wanted,

Was love,

All, we ever got,

Was punched.

 

 

Michael J Waite.