GIRL MOTHER

i wrote this about 16 years ago, at age 16. (don’t check my math)

The world’s a plastic playground

the children merely

drama players

comrade slayers

whispering who is

fatter, gayer

rolling backwards on three wheels

puffing air, and digging heels

and every days a diaper draft

of favoritism, nepotism

slang and color create the schism

second grader skepticism

snack is wack if skin is black

but white kids guzzle coke out back

bite the bitter bias pill

swig the sharp and fizzy chill

healthens turn to healthy slaves

of wealth and means

indie scenes

jaded dames with lucky genes

find friend with familiar face

learn the lingo, know your place

but

childhood chaos lingers still

in every shiver

in every chill