Dear Society

Write a letter to Misconception
Telling her softly that we understand
Tell her we knew the struggle of acceptance
Made for the sabotage created
By an innocent hand

Send a note to those caught in the conflict
Soothing their hearts with the knowledge of
This not being part of the plan
Segregated from hope
From love –
Society’s misfit was banned

They planted seeds of happiness
– Sacred deeds involving ovaries –
Fertilizing the blackness
All for reasons beyond their time
Which hide in their ignorance to
Justify the madness

In actions unaccounted for
Chemical imbalances promote
Carnal desires to explore
Their naïve need for more
Juvenile passion excuses the
Sensibility to be sure

– Now her belly grows –
Along with the misery
Guilt denies the truth that beats beneath
– Her bible tells her no –
But still she’s tempted by the thief
With the wire hanger who gives hope of
Reversing her bastard tragedy
– Then society would call her a hoe –
To be mummified by the stereotypes while
The absent father’s slate remained clean

And so with the rage
Morning sickness and unadulterated shame
purity
poisoned
produced
percolated
pain
Simmering on her soul’s stove-plate

Her mind now concocts ideas of revenge
Dangling her feet of the cliff of vengeance
A bruised heart speaks a pledge while
Dumping the newborn baby
On [his] family’s doorstep

But the booze and fear made her forget
Such a turn of unfortunate events and
She finds herself now pleading in court saying,
“Yes your honour, I was forced onto the bed…”
And the man she met was condemned
She fled

Write a letter to Insecurity
Telling him softly that we understand
Tell him we knew the struggle of responsibility
Made for the absence created
By an innocent man

Send a note to those caught in the conflict
Soothing their hearts with the knowledge of
This not being part of the plan
Segregated from hope
From redemption –
Society’s misfit was banned

An adolescent youngster
Basking in peer-pressured achievements but
Fear decayed his actions when he asked her
Am I [a] baby’s father?

The truth behind her lie
Would strip him of the former –
Glory – lost in the hangover
And the unwise cold shoulder he gave
When she phoned he and he ignored her

Am I [that] baby’s father?
Confusion covered coherency
His brain registers a future dead to peace
Failed attempts to run to false freedom
To save the remnants of his minority

And thus this
His perceived execution
Hope found dead in responses lacking reason
Making for failed retribution
Social hot topics leaving a mind polluted with
Perspectives for the cowardly and
It would be years before he knew this

He whispered curses directed at his seed
For all that he could have been amounted and
Translated into the shrill of
A baby born to infidelity

Write a letter to Consequences
Telling them softly that we understand
Tell them we knew the struggle for wisdom
Made for the errors created
Through spontaneous hands

Send a note to those caught in the conflict
Soothing their hearts with the knowledge of
This not being part of the plan
Segregated from compassion
From tolerance –
Society’s misfits were banned

Shunned by the masses in remorseful exhales
Misconception lost all she hoped to keep
Since her dignity was retailed
Now she
Figurehead for the female fueled by
Philosophical details which
Dictated her situation to be a fail

For Misconception became a video vixen
A broken mentality’s product and
The money was meant to fix it
Tomorrow just an illusion
That leaves present reality twisted –
She snorts two lines and chuckles;
Thinking of love and how she missed it

Boxed inside the contents of
Decisions rather left unopened
She fell to her –

doom
Ignorantly as she mingles with the tokens of
Rejection and misinterpreted pain
– Blindsided rage –
She cursed God
Man
And [a] baby for becoming this way

And this all started back in a nightclub with a

“Hey… my name is”