That five-year-old who likes to talk is oddly very quiet this week
She sits alone, and you might think, Good, I can watch the other kids.
Her brother came home from Juvie this week; I don’t even know why he went.
He misspelled her name on a gift that he made; she’s confused, her tears are spent.
An active young boy runs away from you, climbs the stairs; he just being rebellious, a brat.
Make him sit by himself, maybe talk to his folks; you’re so tired of all of his outbursts and pranks.
He is starved for attention, sits in daycare all day; where no one says no, being bad is OK.
He’s smart, wants attention that he only gets when he does stuff to annoys all us grown-ups.
That teen came again, wearing very short shorts; she’s loud, doesn’t know when to stop.
Oh what a flirt, you think. She’s thirteen, going on twenty-one; surely she knows better than this.
Her mom bought her these things to wear, her step-dad now sure doesn’t care.
She wants to do right; all she gets are dirty looks; she doesn’t even know what to change.
That boy always stinks when he gets on the bus; by now, he should know how to bathe.
He never speaks, or answers a question; is he even learning anything?
The water’s cut off this week; his parents won’t buy them soap. He tries, but still it’s never enough.
He’s working part-time to care of his sister; just trying to keep them in food.
All of these stories are really real people- and there are so many more I could tell.
This doesn’t quite rhyme, but I hope you take time to
Before you give up on someone.