Kelly’s Kid By Jasen Sousa
Kelly’s Kid
If Kelly’s kid was created by two people
who hated their lives and abused their minds,
what will become of Kelly’s little girl as she grows up
and does not know of other ways to deal with tough times?
I don’t blame the young man
and I don’t blame the young lady,
it’s not their fault
they were created crazy.
I don’t know if there will come a time
when this wickedness will wither,
maybe it will be after a boy realizes he becomes a man
when he opens up his mind and closes his zipper.
Just because you see a pretty girl
does not mean you have to kiss her,
how can you say you love her
if you are not sure you would miss her?
You don’t impress anyone, these days
it’s much easier to open up the door underneath their draws,
as easy as it would be to go out every night
and break existing laws.
It doesn’t matter if the laws are right, or
if the laws are wrong,
a father who creates a child and abandons it, teaches his child
they live inside a world where they will never belong.
Try to imagine growing in life
and feeling like a mistake,
blowing out candles on birthdays,
but were never meant to have a cake.
The courts have decided that on weekends
she can visit her daddy, to talk and maybe even have a meal,
no one loves him enough to pay his bail, they stare at each other eating
through the mirror separating them in the county jail.
Her father has been in and out of prison
for as long as she has known,
many men have come in and out of Kelly’s house,
Kelly’s kid has had a hard time remembering which was her own.
She grew up in a hotel for the hopeless,
every guy in town tried to make it their residence.
Kelly’s kid goes to school, but her mind stays at home,
trying to figure out life, she could care less about learning past presidents.
A little food for thought,
if you believe knowledge produces power,
when Kelly’s food stamps expire, one less lesson
and one less meal for her daughter’s mind and mouth to devour.
I have been in Kelly’s house, I know Kelly’s kid.
The moment Kelly reads this
I know she will start crying.
I’m sorry,
but if I didn’t tell,
the world would never come together and begin trying
to find a way to keep Kelly’s kid from dying.
The truth hurts, almost as much
as the pain virgins feel all over the world
when they are too quick to lift up their skirts.
There is a single reason why
a young boy flirts.
The can of worms we call the world, I broke
open the cover and removed the lid,
a baby conceived corrupted
before it gets a chance to crawl out of the crib.
Another child is born and
another father has ran and hid.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)
If Kelly’s kid was created by two people
who hated their lives and abused their minds,
what will become of Kelly’s little girl as she grows up
and does not know of other ways to deal with tough times?
I don’t blame the young man
and I don’t blame the young lady,
it’s not their fault
they were created crazy.
I don’t know if there will come a time
when this wickedness will wither,
maybe it will be after a boy realizes he becomes a man
when he opens up his mind and closes his zipper.
Just because you see a pretty girl
does not mean you have to kiss her,
how can you say you love her
if you are not sure you would miss her?
You don’t impress anyone, these days
it’s much easier to open up the door underneath their draws,
as easy as it would be to go out every night
and break existing laws.
It doesn’t matter if the laws are right, or
if the laws are wrong,
a father who creates a child and abandons it, teaches his child
they live inside a world where they will never belong.
Try to imagine growing in life
and feeling like a mistake,
blowing out candles on birthdays,
but were never meant to have a cake.
The courts have decided that on weekends
she can visit her daddy, to talk and maybe even have a meal,
no one loves him enough to pay his bail, they stare at each other eating
through the mirror separating them in the county jail.
Her father has been in and out of prison
for as long as she has known,
many men have come in and out of Kelly’s house,
Kelly’s kid has had a hard time remembering which was her own.
She grew up in a hotel for the hopeless,
every guy in town tried to make it their residence.
Kelly’s kid goes to school, but her mind stays at home,
trying to figure out life, she could care less about learning past presidents.
A little food for thought,
if you believe knowledge produces power,
when Kelly’s food stamps expire, one less lesson
and one less meal for her daughter’s mind and mouth to devour.
I have been in Kelly’s house, I know Kelly’s kid.
The moment Kelly reads this
I know she will start crying.
I’m sorry,
but if I didn’t tell,
the world would never come together and begin trying
to find a way to keep Kelly’s kid from dying.
The truth hurts, almost as much
as the pain virgins feel all over the world
when they are too quick to lift up their skirts.
There is a single reason why
a young boy flirts.
The can of worms we call the world, I broke
open the cover and removed the lid,
a baby conceived corrupted
before it gets a chance to crawl out of the crib.
Another child is born and
another father has ran and hid.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)