Barbara's Art

POEM....... STEP INTO THE REAL WORLD AND TELL ME WHAT DO YOU SEE? BABY GIRL IS HAVING BABIES, AND HER BOY FRIENDS WANT TO BE FREE.STEP INTO THE REAL WORLD AND TELL ME WHAT DO YOU SEE? ALL LOVE IS GONE AND HATRED HAS MADE HIMSELF KING.STEP INTO THE REAL WORLD AND TELL ME WHAT DO YOU SEE? HE WAS A YOUNG BOY WHO WAS PRECIOUS AND FULL OF LIFE. HE WAS VERY LOVING, DEPENDABLE, WITTY AND NICE. NOW, HE IS HIS MOTHERS BOYFRIEND'S SEXUAL DELIGHT.STEP IN TO THE REAL WORLD AND TELL ME WHAT DO YOU SEE? SHE IS SITTING QUIETLY IN THE SHADOW OF FEAR. HER HOLLOW EYES DISPLAY DEATH AND AN OVERWHELMING AMOUNT OF PAIN HOLDS HER CAPTIVE. THE WOUNDS THAT COVER AND PENETRATE HER BODY, ARE CAUSED BY ANOTHER'S ADDICTION. WHAT USE TO BE AN INNOCENT CHILD WILL BECOME A PROBLEM TO SOCIETY. WILL SHE EVER GRASP THE WARMTH OF A MOTHER'S LOVE? I WANT TO HOLD HER, TO SQUEEZE OR EVEN TEACH HER TRUE LOVE. IS IT POSSIBLE TO WIPE AWAY HER VISION OF THE PAST AND BLESS HER WITH A PROMISING FUTURE? HOW COULD A MOTHER ALLOW MONSTERS TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER CHILD?STEP INTO THE REAL WORLD AND TELL ME WHAT DO YOU SEE? I SEE PAIN AND DARK VISIONS OF THE PAST EATING AWAY AT THEIR MIND; LIKE FESTERING MAGGOTS BURRING THEMSELVES BENEATH TAINTED MEAT ON A WARM SUMMER DAY. PEACE, PEACE THERE IS NO PEACE TO BE FOUND. IT HAS BEEN TAKEN FROM THEM FOR MANY YEARS NOW. THE TEARS THAT ONCE STREAMED DOWN THEIR FACES ARE HELD CAPTIVE FOR ANOTHER DAY. THEY FEEL RESENTFUL, BITTER AND BETRAYED. THEY WERE TOLD THESE EMOTIONS WOULD ALL PASS LIKE AN ORDINARY DAY.STEP INTO THE REAL WORLD AND TELL ME WHAT DO YOU SEE? I'M TRAPPED INSIDE MY OWN MIND. I HAVE NO DESIRE TO ESCAPE. I AM HOLDING ON TO PAIN AND SORROW. I'M WISHING THERE IS NO TOMORROW. FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHO ARE THEY TO ME? GIVE ME A GUN (BANG) ONE SHOT I'M FREE. YOU SAID HOLD ON, HOLD ON TO WHAT. SICKNESS, SADNESS, POVERTY ALL THIS MESS IS MADNESS. THIS THING YOU CALL LIFE YOU CAN HAVE IT. I'D RATHER BE AT REST WITH WHOMEVER I CALL FATHER.STEP INTO THE REAL WORLD AND TELL ME WHAT DO YOU SEE? YOUR FIRST BORN SON HAS BEEN NAMED THE SCUM OF THE GUTTER, AND YOUR BABY GIRL IS RECEIVING ARTIFICIAL LOVE FROM SO MANY OTHERS.I STEPPED INTO THE REAL WORLD AND I DON'T LIKE WHAT I SEE? AN EPIDEMIC OF SORROW THAT IS NOT JUST AFFECTING ME. SHOULD I SIT BACK AND DO NOTHING AND HOPE IT ALL FADES, OR WAIT FOR AN OPPORTUNE TIME WHILE OUR CHILDREN SLIP AWAY? THE THINGS I SPEAK ABOUT HAVE BECOME A BURDEN TO ME. I GUESS I HAVE TO CONTINUE TO DO WHAT I DO BEST, AND THAT IS STAY ON MY KNEES.