Flaccid, a poem


These days, it is all too common to hear of violence against people just based on the color of their own skin.  A long time ago, I somehow assumed that the world had gotten better – that these types of things no longer occurred.   Obviously, I lived on the wrong side of town, because my view had been skewed.  We see it now all over the internet.  For all those children without fathers, for all those parents without sons – I pray that things will change.


How do you explain
To a child
That their father
Is never coming home
That he shall no longer
Carry them on his back
That he shall no longer
Bury them in kisses
Nor hold their hand
When the night is cold and dark
That he shall never
Assure them
That their fears
Are just that –
And what if
Their fears are
That it’s just not safe out there –
For the color of their skin
Is a death sentence
And their last breath
Shall be untimely –
And displayed
Across the vast horizon
Of cyberspace
And despite what we see
We are told – it isn’t?
What future
Do we grasp
With our own hands
So tightly
That our grasp, over time,
Has become flaccid?
And when we are finally
Brave enough to open our hands
We see that nothing is left?

© Sumyanna 2016


8 Comments Add yours

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so very much Leigha!

      Liked by 1 person

      1. leigha66 says:

        You’re welcome.


  1. I was going to say pretty much what MCM has said. Yes, it is a beautiful poem, one which would not have been written it we lived in a world free of racism.
    I, too thought that the problem was improving, but racism is in the interests of many heartless politicians around the world, the media thrives on it and a vast swathe of the population is looking for someone to be angry with – someone to hate and blame – not caring or even understanding that anger and hatred are self destructive and self-perpetuating, in addition to the horrendous effects they have on others.


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much Jane. So true – I wish that poems like this and others never had to be written. It seems that I cannot comprehend the hate, nor where it comes from. How do we feel so entitled? Today it seems that while racism is just the same as it has been before, it is now more visible due to technology. I can only hope that is a good thing – because you cannot help solve a problem that you do not know you have. This anger is destroying all that we stand for and all that we love.

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  2. Beautiful poem and well placed with the times were in unfortunately.


    1. Sumyanna says:

      It is incredibly sad to think that people should have to struggle just because of their differences. They have the same hopes and dreams – and given the opportunity, I am certain they could make the difference we seem to think is impossible. This world is multicultural – filled with the beauty of each and every continent. No matter what country you visit these days – there is no one type of citizen. We need to truly be the melting pot we assume ourselves to be. Each person deserves that chance.

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