Children of Wrath
Meals comprised of one per day in this houseFoolishly in love and eloped to marry young
with the birth of each child, the colder the house grew
as the resources dwindled , cursing the children for having been born
To raise above the miasma of this life
family ties presented the means to an end
What were meager servings of love, care and affection
was to be received with an obedient heart
for they gave us life, they gave us a roof over our heads
wrapped in a mendacious show of parenthood
Remove her from my sight, she appalls me
for she sits and stares like a dog
Grandfather was having breakfast that morning
as I watched like a hog
We shall take care of my daughter he ruled
but the man she chose and children she bore
will never be part of my quarters
Being incessantly ostracized and marginalized
the bonds of family grew, amongst us the chain of command
would be the eldest two, but they were too weak to demand
being raised in a world that only consisted of fear,
four walls and one meal made this an arduous task
I was ambivalent of taking charge at four
but sure, when the orders came down to not wear shoes to school;
for the rain will damage the only pair I will ever own,
I took charge with a plan to hide the shoes in our bags, unbeknownst
One meal per day will not suffice
even if my portions were reduced to the size of a tablespoon
they were hungry still, as the older ones needed more
at night when the doors were locked and the house slept
we crept out to his farm to score
I knew where the bananas were hidden to ripen
I knew where the grapes hung
We devoured the sour grapes with wrath
we would argue if caught that this was not thievery
as it was our Grandfather’s farm
If this damn man acknowledged us, this would be in part, true.
We overcame many challenges, even in sickness
we recovered faster than most
this is not a boast or hubris for a life lived so
I will not wish it on any foe
In order to survive the vicissitudes of life
which is challenging at best and beyond anyone’s control;
be humble and know this, for you will surely survive!
This Poems Story
growing up destitute
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