Ifs Poem by Jan Valdez

I used to ask what’s right or wrong.
If God hears all prayers and songs,
If angels visit me each night,
If the stars hide when there’s sunlight.

But I am no longer a child.
Left by my thoughts so pure and mild.
Not yet to be called a lady,
But knows the so called misery.

So tell me…

If hope feeds,
Then why is this cellar
Keeping a hungry bird to spread its wings?
If love heals,
Then why is the beggar
Playing a guitar with a broken string?

I learned all of your ideals.
If I do good things, no penal,
If I smile as I walk, I please,
If I behave all are in place.

But I am no longer a child.
Those thoughts don’t even cross my mind.
Gone is that girl in memory,
For now I’ve met reality.

Now tell me…

If truth wins,
Then why is the cellar
Blocking the future of innocent men?
If love heals,
Why am I this beggar
Asking for care cause my heart’s been broken?

So tell me...
From the time I was young ‘til I’ve grown,
What went wrong?