State Of Affairs

“Mami!
Climbing on this thing is fun!”

“What the hell is your damn problem!?
Stop it right the fuck now!…”

Everyone in the area immediately turned around,
Startled and probably wondering,
How?
How can you possibly yell at a sweet child just,
Grinning and shuffling feet circling a Mother squared by misbegotten anger as she pouts…

Because,
It can’t really be the Kid’s fault,
Can it?
Not a baby forced to be born because of Mom’s promiscuous habits.
Not a baby lacking the choice to choose befitting circumstances.
Not a baby having to withstand whips,
Upon whips!
While hearing Mommy say,
“You don’t deserve this life you were handed!…”

Maybe,
That instance where I witnessed misplaced fury,
Had me going through so many flashbacks of this Witch with visions of my casket closed by decision of the Jury…
Where you’d see a quiet,
Shy kid who’d buy into the lies provided by whom felt like the Furies!
Yet,
Revealed to be Sirens set out to leave one obscured,
Defeated and buried underneath their instruments of despair…

A state of affairs more often embedded in the life of a child bred by those in poor states of mind.
Where Joy is only as they see it,
While condemning differences of any kind.
And,
If you turn out in any way they don’t like?
Like,
A Man of honor who spurns every thought of hurting anybody out of spite?
You’re exiled!
Right back to the world of opportunities you have always deserved to reap,
Regardless of how grim life can be!
Instead of your faith hope being ripped apart piece by piece…

Smiles on your face from living a dream becoming reality with much belief,
Is all one wants.
Even if it’s just a little girl imagining her own adventure,
Laughing and skipping all throughout the block.
I guess…
It,
Just made me upset seeing her happiness fade over her Mom.
And whatever that was bothering her,
Prompting her shitty response…