Living becomes filled with strife,
growing up in a world where man
are not husbands
and woman are not wives.
Just a polluted population
of dirty things done at night.
Grown-ups make things messer
than a toddler in a high chair
They create the type of
disarray that can't be
cleaned up with clothes,
and that familiar fragrance
of disinfectant in the air.
Children bring out of us all
that we thought we knew.
They show us that 1 and 1
doesnt always end with two.
They realize that
daddy is no longer here.
He left the equation, leaving mom to raise them

Latoya M Evans