This little boy

this little boy
is born
into his family…
of religious nut-jobs…
I wont say which religion…
to be fair…
all this 6 year old boy…
knows is what his parents…
and their very passionate friends…
tell him repeatedly…
satan is everywhere…
this realm is full…
of satans temptations…
and lies….
and this same boy…
goes home to violence…
every night…
as his father…
screams at the top of his lungs…
smashing his mothers head…
into the wall,..
into a photograph,…
into a painting she had made…
he seemed to like to grab her…
by the throat…
and smash her head into things…
and this little boy…
he would hide…
run away…
little boy…
run & hide…
cover your ears…
hiding in the closet…
under the bed…
plug em up and scream…
so you wont have to hear…
their screaming…
he could do this…
for awhile…
he had done it…
for so long…
but he would feel…
this pain…and confusion…
and shame…
inside…
for his mothers pain…
and this little boy…
stood up one day…
and said “NO!”
and stood in front of his father…
and said “NO!”
“DAD! Your giving in to satan…
your giving in to temptation…
anger and wrath”…
and the father stared in awe…
and then
struck his son…
across the face…
twice…
the first one knocked him out…
the second must have been the one…
to result in his dislocated jaw…
this little boy…
who never betrayed…
his daddy…
or his daddy’s friend…
who had betrayed his daddy…
just helping out…babysitter…
‘oh things got a little “weird” today’…
“the boys were a little wild…
and I had to spank them…
so i did have to pull their pants down”
Did you really believe him daddy?
Or did you not want to know the truth?
this little boy…
felt he had no choice…
but to stay with his mommy…
as the legal systems…
decided to split these unfortunate souls…
into an even more fractured…
and warfare like state…
he was again left…
with no choice…in his mind
but to carry on…
and become a “man”
without his daddy…
this little boy…
learned to wake up…
stand up…
build things with his hands…
walk on his own feet…
think with his mind…
sleep under the stars…
and yes…start a fire…
all alone.
this little boy…
still makes fires…
this very day…
this little boy is me.