Wednesday, June 17, 2015
A Loving Hand
I remember the day you slapped me before everyone;
sixteen and like my epidermis my stupidity is showing.
Talking as they’re giving a prayer made you come undone;
my embarrassment and skin now red and glowing.
Or at the age of five I wanted to show my vocabulary prowess;
in an alley a four letter word painted on a barn I repeated,
not thinking of the consequence that was soon to unfold
as my brothers ran to tell you I suddenly felt powerless.
I felt bad but not because of the Lifebouy soap I’d eaten
but for hurting the one who loved me whole-souled.
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