Why Am I Afraid
Why am I afraid?
I am afraid because of children running the streets
Sometimes because they have no food to eat
Or because of the company they keep
I am afraid that my male race may become extinct
If I chose to bore a child
There would be no him so we couldn't procreate
I am tired of my struggle and those struggling like me
Although our struggles may be different
They hurt just like me
They cry sometimes or all the time just to make ends meet
I am afraid for my daughter and my unborn that I have named
Yet the unborn won't be born because of the lack of men
Who choose to choose men and date women just the same
So I fear the dryness of my eggs that may never hatch again
Afraid for my daughter in whom she calls a friend
A friend that may set her up to fail and fall flat on her face instead of her feet
Regardless of what I instill and give as inspirations
Instead of her being a leader she may decide to follow the leader
Afraid of the death counts that continue to rise after the "Hurricane of Katrina"
The death count that continue to rise in neighboring streets
Death counts of babies and children who end their life
If not on their own then due to the hands of those that don't cherish the innocence of their little lives
I am afraid for women who looked up to their men to now be face down in the dirt
Once afraid to leave their family because of the hurt they received is what they conceived
Women who because of tradition fall into a cycle of what they grew to know as true
If a man or another didn’t curse, beat, or threaten you then you aren't loved boo
I could go on about my fears and talk more after my tears
I could speak on the government that claims they don't have enough money to build schools, donate computers to schools, give teachers the pay raises they deserve after teaching our seeds in school, or hell just give Jack and Jill their own school book
Although they make it affordable to send a monkey into outer space!
I could talk about my fear where my daughter may meet the man she thinks of as her dream man
Then her dream quickly fades and become a reality since the man of her dreams was not her prince
Why am I afraid?
It's simple, because in all of what this world provides
Is sometimes a reason for one to hide
Or a reason that most people never find
The gold at the end of the RAINBOW!
An Original by author, T. D. Silas 8/30/2006
T.D. Silas, author & self publisher
"Broken Miracles: Poems About Love, Life, and Loss"