Baby

Need to be told right from wrong,
Mama didn't raise me right. I'd
sit in the crib to await her return
but even in the cries I knew it to
be no use. The cry was to call her
in but all it did was keep the stranger
in her arms here longer because I was
an interruption. A baby was not seen
as setting the mood, sometimes
Mama would come back bleeding from
not properly satisfying, due to a baby
who was hungry. One time Mama
didn't come, it was a man, who rocked
me saying, "baby don't cry" he wore
a uniform, while Mama smiled. I
never saw her smile before, was
this a random man or could this be Dadda?

Voice Within

Glass everywhere to make for perfection,
however for this it exposes all the flaws,
an overbearing voice that remember these mistakes
although this small mind does not comprehend the tone.

Another voice to say what's wrong and what's right
each voice contradicts the other. Who to listen to
and obey, or should the voice within be right?
A child like mind knows what's right and wrong,

Age adds experience but also a hard heart and confusion.
Children may have the voice of reason
in this scary time, why undermine them when times fail us due to
either way, turn out, jump and plea.