Over and over

Over and over

A Poem by Jon Roggie

I could bring in the words of wise men,
 but I prefer to go a touch more profane.
Bullshit.
More, 
 and more this is what children are learning.
Before any starts an attack,
  I will mention a statement.
Child said my mother could not have picked cotton.
  It was illegal.
All because of the Civil War.
No one had to pick cotton again.
Guess what?
She picked cotton.
She suffered through polio.
 Aunt, 
   her twin,
      can still barely walk.
Mom still has scars on her fingers.
  Try picking cotton.
Let me take a breath.
I started with words of anger,
 and it was meant to make a point.
We can move past words,
 and deeds,
   even if they are from a child.
Maybe,
 we show a true self.
One showing something worth seeing.

© 2017 Jon Roggie


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Jon Roggie
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ah but children are so brutally honest...before they learn from the adults how to lie.

one of my favorite pieces from you.

j.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

7 Years Ago

I hate to say it, but it is fun to rant.
Thank you, sir.
Jon

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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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