My Father, My Mom, And Me
Poem By DAVID GERARDINO
THE child sits in total silence,
there are tears on his face, and his
body been disfigured, hes been abandoned,
beaten, and druged like a whore,
still he is alive, with his mothers love.
THE child stands up for the first time,
only to be nocked down, and broken
like a toy, the mother jumps in with
a right, then left, and the drunken man
laughs, becouse this is his family, his
family, and we his pigs.