Over the Fence
(written Mar., ‘07)

I sit in my little backyard paradise
Reminiscent of the Carribean
Taking a deep breathe
I blow away my cares
But only for a moment
As hell breaks out just over the fence
Crashing into my dreams
Yelling and cursing are the daily songs
Sung almost within my reach
The sound of a window shattering
A boys’ crying turns into rage
That almost stops my breathe
As I imagine what he will become
Fed by hate, grown into bitterness
Only breeding more violence
These sounds my daily alarm
Awakening me out of comfort
Pushing me to look
For the face behind the cries
Such sounds too old for that small body
Locked out, almost naked
So his mother can do
Her work from home
Which brings men pounding
At this early hour
Their lusts disregarding time
Her pockets needing to be filled
All of them empty in the end
Her son reaping the consequences
To be poured out on the next generation
Unless love reaches over the fence.
- Me