Over and overA 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 RoggieAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 26, 2017 Last Updated on September 26, 2017 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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