63.

My parents didn’t teach me much
only in the omission of official lessons
did I learn anything at all

My black eye taught me to keep quiet
don’t be obnoxious, keep still

My broken toys they said:
“Keep your room clean –
or someone will take it away.”

My dirty school clothes, empty plates
they screamed:
“If you don’t do it yourself, it will never be done.”

So I learned
to keep to myself
and not trust a soul
til I changed my name

Advertisements

3 Comments

Filed under Poetry

3 responses to “63.

  1. J

    There are so many little stories hidden within the whole.

  2. sad poem, hopeful ending.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s