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TWO POEMS
By J. Pharoah Doss
Saturday, July 23, 2011.
BLINKING GREEN
my home town’s corners are cracked
crumbled
a 24 hour rush hour
a no big deal traffic jam
between broken borough lights
blinking green
cracked glass, busted pipe dreams,
& magazine shells litter cracked sidewalks
driven by the night before
afternoon crack sells & cracked knuckle brawls
entertain cracking up crumb snatchers
returning from crumbling schools
every evening
street strung high heels barter crack head
behind corner stores robbed by numskulls
coroners eventually examine
from boarded basements
and the corner stoned saved peek
from behind cracked
church doors
SPOILED
She bragged about spoiling her three children
I didn’t understand why a parent would boast about purposely flawing a child’s character through indulgence
Then I remembered a lot of parents make no distinction between parenting and providing
But she bragged: MY KIDS DON’T WANT FOR NOTHING
The comment amused me because as long as I lived I’ve never heard a child say: MOMMY I WANT NOTHING
All children want something that their parents can’t provide
(for example different parents)
She continued:
ALL THREE HAVE THEIR OWN ROOMS
ALL THREE HAVE THEIR OWN TELEVISIONS
ALL THREE HAVE THEIR OWN DVD PLAYERS
ALL THREE HAVE THEIR OWN CELL PHONES
And:
ALL THREE HAVE THEIR OWN DADS
Spoiled lucky bastards
I had to share my father with my three siblings
J. Pharoah Doss was born in Pittsburgh in 1975. He attended Geneva College. His writing has appeared in The New Pittsburgh Courier, The Shepherd, and Commonline/The E Journal.
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