Was it a Mother or Father?
A sister or brother?
Was it a community leader?
A trusted advisor?
A peer or a lover?
Or you?
WHO broke your skin?
Left black and blue-purple
Indentations and holes
Blood and long scars
Raw nerves now exposed
And inside, left hatred
And moreover, fear
WHO broke you, Son?
I look at your face and think
My god, what’ve they done?
There is still boyhood there
Suppressed behind eyes that
Glaze over in disappointment
I want to kiss your cheeks
And coddle you with affection
WHO broke you?
And for what justification
Could they have possible found
You magical, good being
Don’t deserve less than anyone
And would that I could
I would go back in time
And give you the world that
You deserved to find