Mama, why is that man so strange?
He is silent but he speaks to himself.
Mama, why is that girl so sad?
She sings happy songs but her face stays emotionless.
Mama, why is the sky blue?
Is it sad? Because, it sees people cry? Or maybe, betrayal?
Mama, why does that girl have bruises on her neck?
Was it in love? Or in lust? Or maybe none of the above...
Mama, why does that boy have lines on his arms?
What are they from, mama?
Mama, why do you have a silver ring and not a diamond one like that mama?
Does papa not love you enough?
Mama, why do people die?
Is it to make room for others to die along with them?
Mama, why does that girl dress that way?
Flaunting her chest all about.
Mama, why does that boy not pull up his pants?
Is it to fit in? To be accepted?
Mama, why do you panic so much?
Over money..
Mama, why does papa drink that awful smelling drink?
Does it make him yell louder?
Mama, why do people hate me?
Is it because of my short hair?
Mama, why does papa hit you?
...mama?
Mama, why do you drink from that silver bottle?
It's that awful smelling drink.
Mama, why don't you love me?
I love you.
Mama, why have you gone?
Mama...?
Oh.
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My poems
RandomI will write my deepest, saddest thoughts here. Warning, you may cry, or scream, or tell someone you love them more then ever. But please don't be angry with me.
