Son Rape Poems

Mocking the dead, is that a thing?
How many ways can one be disrespecting?
Laws that cause offenders to be free?
Rape kits that exist only to be...

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A Good Boy

My son did not kill anyone. 
He did not rob a store. 
He did not beat anyone up. 
Do you hear me? 
Do...

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Drifter

Coming in from nowhere, 
staying only a moment, 
and then moving on. 
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know. 
What to call you...
by name? 

Without family, 
left...

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Ancestors

The poet's daughter 
and the painter's son
found true love 
in each other's arms. 
Together they were married.

Their children were many, 
their hearts were full. 
The...

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I write to you brother, 
When other’s didn’t bother.
You are my brother, a son, a father
A  man.

I address you brother, 
You are born of...

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Father

Father, 
I wish I could sing. 
I would sing about anything, 
... everything...!

Father,
I wish I could write, 
I would pen beautiful...
... words... to You... ...

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Wake

What is that noise?
I have heard it before?
In the ramblings...
of my loved ones words? 

I must get up and seek it out.
I rise like the...

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The Mask of Fate
(This poem deals with the Corona Virus. 
It is very intense.)

My kid's school called.  
The college. 
They said that there had...

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Protecting; To the Last Breath
(a dark moment)

My dear friend told me I was a good mom today. 
I went into the bathroom and tears sprang...

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Humble Today

My friend is brighter, 
her tone stronger,
and her face...
clear. 
I can see her spirit...
peering out from the facade, 
of perfection.

She is in the center...

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Lies to Our Self

I will be okay. 
You, she, we, me, us...
are just fine. 
All the time, 
we talk too much, 
and not enough. 

Lose...

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The Passing On 
(things families do, again and again)

The traditions of our house, 
are nearly gone. 
My son will have no children, 
my daughter, does...

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Death Beside the Road

Held in my arms, 
fragile you are... barely alive. 
I can feel your faint breath on my cheek. 
I can even somehow...

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(not a nice poem... )

Dark is the Art

Lies. 
Evil made up, 
hiding in plain site…

Judgments made, 
of others, 
that can not see, 
the color
of their...

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Come Home

Please listen to me. 
You have not "done" anything, 
that I have not done before, 
or if you have, 
then we can still talk....

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