fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
Home
As I stare at this big red and white house surrounded by four bushes, two sets of stairs, screen door, and a porch. I ponder on why they call it what they call it. I don't know the true definition of it because I never really had it, but my idea of it doesn't match what I'm seeing. It took years to get here got me wondering is this it, And will I finally get treated like a human being. The social worker told me it is, but how can I believe her when she's driving away with 3 of my mamas kids. baby brothers staring at me out the back window tears rolling down there cheeks all I could do was stare as they vanished into the streets. Again I ask myself why they call it what they call it. I've been to quite a few of these what makes this one different. It feels like this is the wrong bus stop and I still gotta get off hopefully here no one locks me in a closet or squeeze ketchup and mustard on me so the dog can lick it off. Spoil hot dogs for dinner while they ate steak. maybe its cause mama had to sit in the county hospital with me as I watched her cry as if I'm a mistake. Maybe my lungs were bad from her Salem 100s or maybe the regrets just came in abundance. Spent years looking for an abode but all the warm hearts was cold so I guess it's time to throw the knapsack over my shoulder and get back on the road. Thing is I'm lost no sense of direction if I would of just knew to walk down 35th maybe I could of found some protection. Again I ask myself why they call it what they call it cause all I see is dopefeins and alcoholics. Me and my asthma pump that's my only security in my mind screaming that's enough but ain't nobody hearing me. Who can you trust when you surrounded by lies, fake love, and lust. The most beautiful things can get ugly truth is I always wondered was it a money grab or do you really love me. The reason I ask why they call it what they call it cause when I walked through the door not even the dog was frolic. Until I was taken I was forsaken lost in the middle of nowhere got me walking in circles til my feet aching. Now I'm wondering where am I ? And am I here alone feels like I'm walking through a desert with a fear of the unknown. I spent years trying to recognize who the people around me were I spent alot of time wiping my eyes but it all is still a blur. Grandmama did the best she Could but her kids was so cynical that they stuck to her with all of they tentacles so I continued my search in the hood. I finally realized that this was a mission I could afford to abort cause I can never truly explain to you what a Home is because my birth certificate says orphan ward of the court.
By Willy perch 4 years ago in Poets
