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Friday, January 29, 2010

Monster Under The Bed

Silly children
They say the darnest things
Imagination runs wild
They even think their imaginary friend is a actual human being

You have the parents that take everything their child says with a grain of salt
The child tells her mother
That mommy's new boy friend has been touching her
And this sad excuse for a woman says her own daughter is at fault!

You do realize this is your child right?

She thinks he told me
A child lied on him before and said he touched them
But she knows him so well
That she blows off all facts

The child cries when she leaves for work
Who wants to be left alone with a monster
That takes advantage of their young age and small stature

A monster
Sick excuse of a human
If this
Was your child
What would you?

Her mother turned
A blind eye
So the daughter
Took matters
Into her own hands

30 some odd knife wounds
Later
She finally
Vanquished
The monster under her bed

(C) 2010
Steve Logan
All rights reserved

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

City Walls

Companies closing every corner you turn
No middle class so it's feast or famine
Government bailing out banks printing money like they got it to burn
Left to swim with waters racing against them like their salmon
Feeling like you're no longer apart of America
Like you did something wrong because you are in exile
What about the single mothers?
They can't afford to buy food so they put cans in their purse when they walk down the store aisle
What do you do when you can't even go the McDonald's to get a job?
Left out in the streets with a family to feed so you have no choice but to rob
I would rather drop down to my knees and praise God
Without the bad times we can't possibly have good
But how can you treat the ghetto like a 3rd world country?
And expect for that stance to be understood

Monday, January 4, 2010

Goodbye

I stand before you
A broken man
But I am wise
Beyond
My years
With the pain
Has come knowledge
That I carry with me
Like a textbook
Emotional
Battle wounds
The bleeding
Has stopped
Thanks
To the high end
Field dressing
I used on my scars
Goodbye
Heartache
Goodbye
To being a fool
For love
Quote the poet
Never more