Original Poem by: Brandon “Mello” Jones – 2nd Place W(iN)NER
Dear Leah, i can see the pain on your face
i must admit, for some part of this, i am to blame.
through your mothers cries i sympathize and feel ashamed
Yet i stay…
i don’t look away, I’m entertained.
Separated backstage away from mommy and daddy while Fingers pointed and waved from both ends of a stage..
Broken hearts bleed while being told to be seated by a rich man with your poor fate in his hands..
Daddy leaps and reaches for the sky
No, Not to cry…
but to celebrate….
“she Isn’t mine!!”
A queen runs from a past that follows her with an HD camera as we sit back and laugh.
lies torn from the tongue your mother uses to lick the wounds caused by fault as the accused throws salt
your father is probably watching..
A “father” who has zero interest in being a worthy king for you princess.
Your young face paraded on a show they syndicated
innocence infiltrated.. and for you.. there is no payment
They advertise adult alternative education
lawyers for injury faking
cars for bad credit with subliminal messages disrespecting the viewership that’s expected..
we know this….
yet we still watch like hawks.
birds of a feather flock together, let’s get the brothers to further distrust their own sisters of the sun.
I don’t think that’s my son, he doesn’t have my eyes, His nose is too round…skin too dark…
his features seem to kinda resemble that ….of god’s!
you are a daughter to us all
descendant of a queen
the power of your voice is that of when an angels sing
You can climb this hill and reach for any dream
if one day.. this replays with your face on the screen
And kids at school ridicule, or say some thing mean
use that wasted air to be the wind beneath your wings
your mother’s bad decisions won’t inhibit anything.
Congrats to Brandon “Mello” Jones for taking 2nd Place in the Happening (iN)TOWN 2019 National Poetry Month Poetry Contest