Razor Tears

There is too much child abuse in this world. Too many parents raise their children badly when they could raise them well. I don't mean to hurt anyone with this poem, if it upsets you please let me know and I'll take it down.

Razor Tears

You raise a child

Yet raise your hand against them

Berate them for raising Cain

But you won’t raise a finger

To protect them

She tries to please but you raise the roof

You raise your voice

And the sound could raise the dead

But whenever life raises the stakes

You raise an eyebrow

Unwilling to raise your head

And in company you raise awareness

Of the suffering children abroad

You raise a respectable facade

Raise a glass in a toast

To a life well lived

 Your child raises a cake

To try to make you happy

But instead you raise a complaint

Too many raisins

And you raise the pressure

You raise her pain

You raise doubts about her self-worth

But the school play comes along

They raise the curtain

And you are nowhere to be seen

She dreams of raising a dragon

Raising it wild

To raise a flag in her own private shelter

Far away where you cannot raise hell

You cannot raise havoc

Or raise fire

Where she no longer fears you raising your hackles

You have not raised a child

You have razed your child

Razed them to the ground

As you would raze a fortress

Leaving her with razor tears

That cuts her when she cries

And so I have to raise a question

Why?

Forming a Childhood

A little back story. My grandma turned eighty yesterday. And I wrote this poem for her birthday. When I was four or five she always used to tell me stories about a wizard called Mercury and a fairy called Twinkletoes who would solve all the problems of the animals and children and fairyfolk with a magic computer. And these stories were a very formative part of my childhood. And so I wanted to say thank you for teaching me to be kind and hopeful and optomistic. And for giving me a love of reading.

Forming a Childhood

An idea for a tale arose

Of Mercury and Twinkletoes

A wizard and his friend a fairy

Their solving skills were legendary

They always helped the ones in need

With magic, kindness and good deed

 For though the folk were sometimes sad

They’d turn the sad into a glad

Juno the elephant

What was his goal?

To plunge into a volcano

To rescue a troll

And so I hope you see

How much these stories meant to me

These stories in me sparked a greed

A greed to read and read and read

You planted acceptance in my mind

And taught me always to be kind

To show concern for others

And love the world like brothers

An optimistic stance on life

Will combat all and every strife   

And if it seems I cannot cope

To stop and view the world with hope

So thank you grandma for making me

The person who I grew up to be