Too many kids today
Have straight teeth
But crooked morals
People caring too much
Almost obsessing even,
Their little Jimmy-Joe lacks the perfect smile
Little girls getting manis and pedis
When they’d rather be making mud pies and playing in the sand box
Little girls competing in beauty pageants
Wait a damn minute!
If I were from the past
And suddenly awoke from the grave
Come back to earth for a brief spell
What would I think?
The world has certainly gone mad
In my time, famous was the man whose children loved him
Now fathers and children are practically strangers
In my time,the family you built was the legacy you left to your children
Now, families aren’t built with that purpose or intent-they aren’t even built…
In my time, home was where life made up its mind
Now, people live in grand houses surrounded by every creature comfort their hard-earned money can buy
But they forget a house filled with hate,strife discord and anger is hardly a place fit to call home
Eva Santiago copyright 2013
Who cares about applause. Why care about what people think of my thoughts. I don’t write them to pass their approval. I didn’t write this to get their thumbs up. I didn’t write this to get people to nod their heads in agreement. Whatever you think,whether you like it or not,I’ll always keep laying out my thoughts and putting them in full view for the whole world to see. For heaven to know I worked hard at relaying their message. And when hell hears my words,the darkness is pushed way back and their tormenting shrills hushed.
Shut up?! Not now! Not ever. As a child they shut me up but for a very short season. For my mind,though it was young,knew what it wanted to say. It wasn’t the time yet.When I was a child I spoke as a child. Now the time has come to boldly declare what would have been deemed inappropriate because after all,I was a young Latina. That was the strike held against me.
Alas, that was then, this is now. The old is done and the new is in. So yeah, this voice will not be drowned. It will continue long after I’m gone because my children and their children’s children will hear it and know this warrior fought and prayed for them;even before they came into existence. Before they were even an inkling of a thought in anyone’s mind.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013