Playing
Playing a man: bravado
matching can-do ego with
being strong in word and deed.
Within ... he curls up in tears.
Playing a woman: so feminine
soft hands, soft voice,
being kind and nice.
While inside ... a storm rages.
Playing grown-up
to protect and defend
their children.
But they've forgotten to play
when abused by the priest
or the cell mate,
left to live out their fate,
they pretend to forget.
But look, there, he's beating her
as she uses a frying pan to
strike out in violent forgetting
of the children within their soul.
Playing grown-ups hide
secrets as murder happens,
fires burn, suicide lives collide,
while abused children
abuse children
and no one is playing.
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