God damnit, man, you’re late for dinner. Again.
Sit up straight and act like a young lady.
Okay.
What did you say?
Yes, sir.
What happened to my little girl
who was all smiles and did everything right?
She eases out of the wooden chair,
Walks to the backdoor, opens it,
steps out into lemon blossom air.
Turning slowly, she opens the back door again,
Calls out
Hi, Mom. Hello, Father. Sorry I’m late.
I got pregnant and just had an abortion.
It is Mama who opens her arms.
C.J. Prince
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C.J. Prince Poet 