A Brown Mother

Coffee cups and suits.

Buildings of blue and white.

Men in black with guns,

cause temporary fright.

Social celebrations,

No real food in sight.

Dirty dishes everywhere–

Domestic blight.

Door flung open.

No de-fensive might.

No inclination, or intent to fight.

Big bright screen.

Electrifying light.

Neglect and abuse are her children’s plight.

Back turned.

Busy.

No room for insight.

She knows she’s not wrong even though she’s not right.