A Child’s World

I’m so confused,
I’m so confused,
I’m a child still growing,
Into a new world,
Expected to play the part,
Of mature, responsible me,
But I get so confused,
Between acting and reality,
I don’t understand,
Why I’m forced to grow up,
To act so much and be who I’m not,
Some days I’m high,
But when I hit low,
It feels I’ve hit rock,
And then gone below,
I’m just trying to help,
I’m not used to this world,
I don’t understand,
Why I can’t just live in a child’s world,
I’m so confused,
I just don’t understand.

Perfect Christmas

It’s funny how,
When it’s the holidays,
We all get in,
A little craze.
We strive and strive,
For the perfect day,
Where all is merry, joyful, and gay.
The food’s just right,
Everyone’s having fun,
The nativity scene’s out,
And the cleanings all done.
So for that one special day,
Masks are put on,
All is so perfect,
And nothing is wrong.
For this one year,
Let’s put away the niceties,
The matching sweaters,
The glowing Christmas trees.
The false smiles,
The polite chatter,
And focus on what really matters.
For this one Christmas,
Enough is enough,
Put away that “perfect Christmas”
Let’s focus on love.

I Want My Mommy

Why am I here?
Where is my mommy?
Who are these mean men shouting?
Why is daddy crying?
Where are they taking us?
What’s going on?
I want my mommy!
I am so tired but I can’t sit down,
I am so hungry but they won’t feed me,
I have an owee on my knee.
Why are they shooting?
What’s going on?
I don’t understand.
Where are all the other kids?
What are they saying?
I want my mommy!
I don’t want to take a shower.
Daddy says I have to but I don’t want to.
Why are they pushing me?
I don’t want to take a shower!
I want my mommy!
I don’t want to take my clothes off.
I don’t want to have a shower.
I don’t want obey you.
I want my mommy!
Why is everyone crying?
Daddy is holding me tight so I don’t get lost.
He is crying too.
He says everyone has to take a shower.
Why is no water coming out?
I’m so confused!
I don’t understand!
I WANT MY MOMMY!

Father

Fell my pride
Fortify my soul
Free my mind
Find my fate
Fatten my humility
Form my morals
Freshen my spirit and
Fan my fire

Comfort

My tear-stained face stares,
At God’s majestic beauty,
And I have to smile.

A Moistened Tissue

A moistened tissue,
Crumpled together,
By tears of pain;
Sometimes joy.
It holds secrets untold,
And prophecies prescribed.
It comforts,
And yet it separates.
Amidst the love there is the hatred.
Hatred for that which is right.
Hatred for games concealing fight.
It is uncommon, but gladly welcomed.
A tissue full of promises,
That one can only hope and pray,
That one day, one day,
Will come true.

Someone You Can Trust

Your world is covered in shit and dirt,
There is an omnipresent hate,
Your world is consumed by dealers and bums,
It is almost your undoubted fate.
And when I look into your eyes,
They plead for so much more,
And yet all your world can offer you,
Is to become a pimp or whore.
I look at you, you smile back,
And though no words pass between us,
You know that all I want to be,
Is someone you can trust.
I can’t help seeing your beautiful face,
Surrounded by burning flames,
Or being beaten, abused, and raped,
Until you’ll never be the same.
I just can’t let you die in this world,
And become another victim to,
A place where you never had a fighting chance,
I can’t, won’t do that to you.

God please give the strength and power,
To help me reach my goal,
Of one day through Your mighty love,
Save this young child’s soul.