the heavenly champ of the world

this is a poem inspired by the struggles my mother has to endure and how well she copes

Walking? Talking? Surrounded by tribes of upright apes with mush-brain mundane tasks on their minds. Rows and rows of inept material stuffs worried over by mothers who try to support the yougin’ with what little skin she has left on her teeth she barely makes it and through all her struggle she’s only left with wrinkles, arthritis ,and a bad back. In her head there is yelling back and forth like an angry Morse code. Every month she gets in the ring and rolls with the punches to keep things above water .I may wear ill-fitting clothes but I don’t ever go hungry, yeah d*mn right I am angry young and poor that’s a permanent status except the age, it’ll change while I grow older never fully satisfied always half-way happy like my mom and I are missing something just maybe we were absent on the secret to life seminar

Author's Note

APPRECIATION

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' .. like my mom and I are missing something just maybe we were absent on the secret to life seminar'

Well, i have read another of your poems AND found enormous power and emotion in it. So, please edit your work more carefully and receive the reviews you deserve. Please.

[stephen dillon]

thank you for the review i have them edited and saved but have not gotten around to changing them yet