suffer the little children

Some children must carve out a life under silence

undercover, between the pages of books,

and scribbled notes. Some children with the wrong voices

and the wrong feelings must carve out a life from the skin

on their arms or legs, hide behind images,

thrive behind Expectations and no one listening.


Some children grow up and move away

or move inside or choose a blade or load a gun

or swallow pills or murder other children

with no remorse. Then we cry and wonder

and curse them in our sleep.