Well, I'm not much into poetry or spoken word, but I came up with this. Give it a read and let me know what you think. I'm not even sure what this would be classified as. This had been on my mind for awhile now, so I thought I'd let it out tonight. My apologies for the length and bad poetic skills (i have none)
Dumb
I will never be like my parents
My parents are so dumb
they brought me up in a world
without knowing the language
the culture, the customs
who were they to tell me i was doing wrong when
all i did was right by the rest of society?
my parents are so dumb
My parents are so dumb
i've been the middle man in this ring of money, durgs, and politics we call welfare since the 2nd grade
i've been their right hand man for all their fights
i've negotiated all our needs with my broken ass 1st grade english skills
my parents are so dumb
my parents are so dumb
education? what education?
job? what job?
reputation? what reputation?
image? what image?
my parents are so dumb
i'm ashamed to tell people my parents have no job
i go to help with the garden to be a good
son........... .....
i murder a town of would be cash
my dumb mom just laughs it off
my dumb dad just watches
my dumbass gets frustrated and quits
and then i listen and watch......... ..........
i don't hear a thing, but i watch as the crops
scream to be saved from the "smart educated son"
cries of weeping crops call their names
begging to berathe from all the carnivorous weeds
voices from desert dried throats reach out for their hands........
my dumb mom softly caresses the weeping crops to the side and
takes out the weeds
like a swift ninja with a swipe of her hmong knife
my dumb dad comes over with a life saving pail of god given water and
quenches the thirst of the dehydrated crops
with 2 kindergarten moves they've brought back
the life of their heart and soul
my ears stand straight up like an owl and listen
my mom sweetly serenades the silky air with a
sonata from a language long forgotten
my dad in the distance distinctly replies with a brilliant baritone rebuttal
out in the scorching sun they go at it nursing back
to life their crops while orchestrating a symphony
with their sweet choruses
my cowardness leads me to hide in the comfort of
the garden house my parents built
i listen to their souls as they sing.......
my parents are so brave to give up their lives and
invest in mine
like a rising stock account the risks would be worh
the rewards even if they don't reap the benefits
they kicked the shit out of me for me to become a good
citizen even if i wasn't a good son
my parents are so brave
my parents are so resilient
they survived on $400 a month to feed the mouths
of 9 spoiled kids and i'm complaining about
a $60 phone bill?
my parents are full of knowledge and wisdom
education they don't have but guidance, morals, and
values are irreplaceable
shortcuts never taken
everything earned
my parents are so resourceful
my parents are well respected
my dad has married countless couples
my mom has healed a many souls and called home many spirits
i will never be like my parents
i am so dumb.
