How We Do FamilyA Poem by Butch Decatoria
The old have their superstitions,
Tiny rituals they keep under their breath Spitting incantations Sweep of broom stick, and what the hex? Is Grams commanding demons to “In the name of the Father And his son Jesus!” “To get out of this house!” We all have one of those. Or a lost cause / loose canon Black sheep first cousin Into bestiality, or something unacceptable Perhaps their smell or appearance? But with all the many different kinds Of races of people / faces Painted, pierced, gold plated, We are biologically similar The homosapien kin Bleeding tribes, clans, houses, Fathers and sons Who believe in war for the higher cause$ All above / us below How does that way of life live? When the world dies Misunderstanding... But we tolerate our addict uncle, Our hooker aunts, sisters, Because our humanity for family Shouldn’t change what our eyes must see Can’t push brick mansions But we all can climb every wall How we do family (Together standing tall) Love accepts without opinion Without doubt or regret No hate to have dominion Peace be All the best ... How we do... © 2018 Butch DecatoriaFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on February 22, 2018 Last Updated on February 22, 2018 AuthorButch DecatoriaLas Vegas, NVAbout"I cannot wait to see tomorrow, but I will live like--I just couldn't wait!" --yours truly "In The Church of (My) Life, Love is Worship" -- yours truly Lets101 Quizzes - Fun quizzes for blog .. more..Writing
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