Poem 4 The Day: Just Do Your Job

I was a child raised on video games and outside play / you see when I got out of school, clothes and shoes had to be removed, even before the homework was done / against the clock you had to run to have your fun because at the crack of dusk when the first street light lit / you better have your ass back home quick / or my mom would have me picking a switch or two tied together for an exhausted father to do what he do before she would feed him / now that's cruel and unusual punishment / I never had a personal relationship with my father until I was 17 / when I realized he wasn't just being mean but just meant well by being the disciplinarian was his way of caring / and keeping me off the streets without following my brothers path / sometimes he literally beat my ass to the point where I wanted to call DFACS but I knew he probably would've dial the number for me / you see, my father didn't smoke, didn't drink, he just worked his ass off to provide for his family / because he was the cause of another broken family / and vowed that never would he contribute again to the detriment of the american family / the american dream, the nuclear family has been spiraling out of control for decades / and too many people wanna blame xbox and playstation instead of manning their stations as father's, mother's and more importantly parents / they want the teachers to teach their kids and the police to police their kids and blame everyone else when the only thing their child gets is bids / to serve time, 5 to 10, 15 to 20 / cause they can't count past ten but dimes they sell plenty / and the women are more manly than me and the men are more feminine than my wife / u see we need to stop placing blame to remove these generational curses from our lives / now most of the people in my age range don't know what it means to have parents / single parent homes are not a new phenomenon and just because two of you are there does not mean that the child has parents / its apparent that biology along does not make you a parent / its makes you responsible but doesn't make you take on the responsibility / and its killing me that so many complain about how un-child friendly society may be but it seems to me that too many are dependent upon society to be that male or female role model / we want prepackaged and prepared everything from worry free adolescents to respectful and honest teens / we want all the benefits without the sweat that hard work brings / we want the love without the hard work, patience and sacrifice / we want the perfect kids even though no one has ever seen a perfect kid but we afraid to raise our kids with true unsocial worked discipline for fear of losing our kids / but we can't see that we have lost our kids just the like the generations before us who lost us who blame us for their grand kids acting crazy / but most of us just practicing the same habits we were raised with / you know moms being the strongest, with no daddy presence / some did the best that they could and others held onto regrets and passed them on / they sung sad songs instead of praising Him in psalms for giving them the strength to carry on / for waking them up today / I pray that my father's father father strength invade my soul today / give me the resolve and patience to be patience when I become a father / because I've become hell-bent on circumventing this downward plague / and I'm proud to say that I was a child raised on video games and outside play / and that my father and mother were parents; now how many can look and the mirror and truly say the same / FIN.