I'm horrible at understanding poetry. I get lost in what the rhythm is supposed to be and lose what the words are trying to say. But I still try. So with this in mind, I offer the first in a series of (not written my me) social work poems:
Another social work poemby Lone Star Ma
I grow daily more tired from trying
To make rich men care about poor children
Their world view such a study in the unreality that is men’s lives
They truly believe that all these children would be well
If their lazy mothers just worked harder
if they left them all alone at night to work another shift?
if they never had the time to see the insides of their schools?
that would be better?
It seems that way to the rich, white men
Because they leave life’s details and their family’s alone
Never knowing what mothers do and don’t do to keep their children well
They leave and they fault mothers for being there still
If money is not
The battles to make them see and care are wearing me