Offensive

 

What offense

Please

Did I make?

All this trouble

Over a little girl

Who could have caused

So much trouble 

In the world.

Why or why

Is it me

Who always gets 

Put out?

What did I do?

On the day I was born?

It seems, one more time

I have been put out

My cat and I

Have been evicted

We did nothing

But what most people

Do in their own rooms

We are early risers

But not usually

Louder than normal

In fact we are

Down right quiet

Compared to the neighbors

Who fall asleep

With the television 

Still on

Or the other ones

Who cant sleep

Up and down

All night long

In and Out

Of their place

Making noises

In the hallway

And outside the windows

Even now the cars

Start up at all hours

What am I to do?

Every once in a while

I might have a bad dream

But not all the time

And yet

The social workers

Are nothing more than

Human traffikers

They want nothing more

Than to put a woman

Outside

Innocent or not

They don't care

As long as they do 

What is expected of them

That dirty little thing

Every woman

Has to show

It is possible

For her to be

Compromised

Giving her vagina

To just anyone

Because she has 

No place to stay

Such as Jessica

Who married Ernst

For what reason?

They had already been

Having one of those long

Relationships

But then her sister

Found out that they

Were being put out

So she up and got married

When in fact 

She had already been

Giving her vagina

To the younger man

The whole time

Or Alona

Who had no interest

In anyone but herself

She had got caught

In the park

With Martin

Then threatened 

Her own mother

About getting married

Than went off 

And had the baby

At her sisters house

Young Amber

Is no more a Johsnton

Than she is

Just lives with a couple

Who were so broke

They broke into everyplace

They could

Until the rest 

Could stand it no more

Just because a man

Wants to light 

A cigarette in bed

When the law states 

No smoking inside

He stays up to morning

Than wants someone

Else not to move till

Noon.

Here I am having been

Rained out from above

In a Hotel room

Once the Howard Johnson

That everyone stopped at

They would travel 

During the summer

In their RV's

Or campers

Than back to civilization

This place was on the map

Just off the highway

It had all the accomadations

A place to park

Those big things in the back

A kids playground 

In front by the office

So the kids could play

While their parents 

Slept off the hours

Of toil on the road

A summer holiday

Takes so much out

Of an adult 

When children are involved

It even had a pool

To slip into 

Instead of a dirty pond

And of course

The famous restaurant

Howard Johnstons

Were known for their food

Even Jacques Pepin

Prepared his first meal

With his wife

By getting it from 

The kitchen of HJ.

No more niceties

A small wash room

Stands in for laundry

No pool nor playground

I am probably sitting 

On top of the old pool

Landfills

Do not replace

The water damaged earth

Been sick the whole time

Too weak to move

Made myself go out

And felt too ill 

Afterwards

What am I supposed to do?

My case manager 

Will not respond

To any request

I still have guest services

Everyone else gets a ride

In the company shuttle

But not me nor any tidbit

Either 

While the big stupid blonde

Got carted around

And allowed to steal

My food that came in boxes

With my name on it.

I am lucky to get 

Mail at all.

What I don't get 

Is anything of benefit

Was I really supposed 

To go out on 

New Years eve

And get laid?

What more do I have 

To go through

It has nothing 

To do with morality

Nor Christianity

But human trafficking

They want you to join

The ranks of themselves

There is almost no 

Social worker

Who has not herself

Been arrested

Now my cat argues

With me 

The police drive through

I have to climb 

A hill so steep

I have chest pains

Still cant get anything done

That I need to because

I am too ill all the time

To weak to walk

Nor to sit down

In an office 

And explain how much

Time has gone by

Since I was given

The impression by the authorities

I was one of them

Or that a man 

With no birth certificate

And a false id

Was not going to keep

Telling others 

That I was not allowed

Or his wife Teresa

Not tell me that now

That she was in America

Instead of Mexico

She owns everything of mine.

What offense did I commit

I was born.

That is all

A girl with brown skin.