Had something happen today that left me thinking about how negative behaviors begin, is it nature or environment? This poem is the product of those thoughts.
By Jessica Kay
I cry for him, he does not know,
Though, while my tears flow, I worry
And curse myself for not being fit enough
At teaching him those things he should know
Better than to do
When away from home,
How to stay true to himself
When all others try
to encourage him to do or die
or get high.
Why is it that others help take
Away that innocence with which we’re born,
And throw us to the wolves?
-we’re torn asunder-
And it’s up to our mothers to mourn
So much more than just our physical state.
Those lines we cross
Are simply the bait used to capture
And enslave the soul.