OBJECTIVE OBSERVER

He waited in he wing
Having desire without voice
Papa said he could have
But only with limited choice

She pulled back energy
Knowing not to be loud
He would tear her up
If she attracted a crowd

The bruises on his arm
Told a story of its own
Though surrounded by family
This child was alone

Young, yet aged in dress
She walked with baited seduction
He had her meal ticket
Though his way seeped with evil corruption

Weighted and worn she strode
With every step...dragging...pain
No way would she lay it down
Without losing all that she had gained

It may not be much...to others
But at least, they could say, "MINE!"
Who cares, that in order to gain it
They had to cross many cautionary lines

It is what it is
No change can take THAT away
With the Objective Observer
Meaning is always in the way

...trying to right some wrong,
........sing an inspirational song
...........in an attempt, to, well, get along

Written by Trudy Schrader on 06/30/2019