Wanding

what is magic if it does not amuse

a little child who has the blues

mamas gone don't know dad

had a dog now it’s dead

 

the sitters always late

high and drunk all the time

always smells like spilled wine

on her dress and on her breath

 

I swear if she touches me one more time

no more tears no more crying

a time to kill means some ones dying

 

teacher said he's holding me back

until my grades improve

by that time I'll be dead or in juve

like my brother Junie

 

mama came back yesterday

she been to work she say

ain't got no pay to show for all the days

I had to wait for her to come home late

 

crumbs on the plate

she askin me have I ate

like she care what I'm gone eat, air

I shrug, struggling to answer

 

I can make it all go away

just disappear like that

pull something out my hat

runaway never come back