middle school poems & stories

church poem

There once was a family.

Well, sort of.

There was a mom and someone who was sort of dad. There were two kids, a boy and a girl.

But one day, the cops came to visit.

They said that mommy had to go to jail.

The guy who was sort of dad but sort of Nothing was gone before the baby boy could form memories but long after he could form insecurities and deep red slashes in his chest that would reopen at a feather-light touch.

So sort-of-mom and sort-of-dad turned into grandma and grandpa.

Grandma stole drugs and Grandpa was angry, he drank his hurts down until they landed in his liver, he drank his anger down until it landed on baby girl and baby boy, he drank his money down until it hit the whole house with hunger and cold.

So the little children went to God's house to escape, across the street where they lived for a summer.

god's people were Polite and Polished and Pretty,

god's people were too clean to hold them

Because they might get grime on their Pretty, Clean clothes.

god's people were too busy listening to the beautiful symphony of all of God's blessings, a song that they had kept for themselves, a sound that seemed to drown out the deep growl that came from the depths of the children's tummies.

god's people were too Bright, too White, too Holy to touch the little children because of the sin of the children and the sin of their parents that might stain them and paint their faces black in the sight of their god, or rather

The sight of their Church.

They hid behind the disguise of smiling eyes and the business of "God's work."

They hid their faces behind newspapers that they couldn't really read because they couldn't really see or hear the voices of people crying out to them for help through the ink on paper or the flashing lights on a tv screen.

But anyway, the children ran away.

They ran away from grandpa, grandpa, and god's people, and they were caught in helplessness and homelessness because when they were found they got lost in the fact that grandma and grandpa didn't want them anymore so

They were lost in an ocean of unforeseeable regret.

It sucks,

Getting stuck

In a stranger's house, sick and dizzy in a stranger's bed with a social worker who lies and says you'll be okay, that God's little children won't be seperated.

But they were seperated the very next day.

Baby boy was adopted by a college professor who didn't know the Lord but he knew this little boy and he taught him in the ways of the world until God's baby boy didn't know himself as God's baby boy anymore.

Baby girl wasn't adopted because she was too tough and too mean and too hard to handle.

god's people visited her but none helped her or held her or saved her from her lonely desperateness, and they never showed her the true love of God

That love of God was drowned out by screaming,

By tires screeching as she was driven from group home to group home

That love of God was drowned out by god's people singing over the sound of flames rising from the earth and

Good God, for the love of God,

Show love to these children-

Unlike your people, the could soulless Wretches

Before your children are crying their guts out at the edge of the knife in their hands

Tears of the heart bled out through the veins in their arms

They are crying out from their core until they are nothing more than an empty shell.

Their cries to the Lord are drowned out by the shot of a gun or the screams of ignorance shouted into young impressionable minds.

Words that shout into young impressionable souls, saying "God doesn't love you, baby boy, He won't save you because He's not real anyway and those words are so easy to believe and to hold on to when no one else is telling you those words are false and when you're sinking down below the ground in a level of hurt and sorrow no child should ever have to endure.

What will God say in the end?

Will he turn you away as you did them?

Who knows?

But by then,

It

will be

too late.