Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

I Am Bad

He said “I am bad”. I laughed, not seeing any bad at all.
Tried to get him to prove it. He couldn’t.
I reworked him. Replenished him. Reminded him
Of all the good I had seen from him.
He helped the little ones find the gym yesterday.
He lifted another little one up to take a drink in the fountain.
I was glad I had seen this. Thank God I had. 

He was not convinced. Irritated with me.
Called me names. Said he did not want to be my friend.
I laughed. Knowing he would be back.
He always comes to me. He knows the truth.
He knows he is good. But it is difficult to think about
When your mother is saying how bad you are
Because you look like the man who raped her.

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Eric Ashford October 5, 2019 at 3:49 PM Bad young men are fun until you want regular meals and a family. Do I sound like a fuddy duddy? Well we bad boys grow up. Nicely laid out poem Caren. Caren Krutsinger October 6, 2019 at 3:55 AM Thank you Eric.

Rhona Mcferran October 5, 2019 at 2:39 PM I knew a little girl like this... and it was heartbreaking. It's so hard to sort out the messages your parents give you at that age! Well penned. Caren Krutsinger October 6, 2019 at 3:55 AM It is heartbreaking. Every day is heartbreaking for many children, even babies.

P.S. Awtry October 5, 2019 at 2:18 PM oh this was a punch in the gut. and I am so sad thinking about this little fella. and sad for his mom... and remembering how cruelly unfair the world can be. Caren Krutsinger October 6, 2019 at 3:56 AM It is not fair. Anyone who thinks life is fair has never fully listened.