Sad Transparent Eyes Poem by James McLain

From the branch of each tree it was time it daily flew
each child with sunlight struggled on and grew.
In youth my needs like yours were known and few
it was nothing else but pain and trauma, trauma knew.
Inward looking out the child we were we knew
that what we saw and felt was plain to all of those
whom said before we felt their hate on U.S.
Could the truth be told and love was not the feeling
that a child before should know?
A centered child knows where the sun will set
and north is to the right not left of it.
Should we love them both or one above the other
knowing now that we know
they know that we now know just what they did.
Some few of you because you fear that what they
did to you, is why you never had a child.
The cycle they were in but could not break because
one drank the other doing drugs
and so the cause of it the it of tears the it
of things that should have been but never came to pass.
Most blamed it on the ghetto where they live or the
middle class the children of those parents
always gone because divorced you bounced from
one and then the other.
The numbness nothing felt and so you cut you sliced
your self and mom and dad to you don't seem to care.
Or mom screams and yells and you throw up
the binge eating and the purges
make you think how good you look but really don't.
While you and you have sex with dad because you feel
you can not trust your the world but it's your delve.
All of this and more is yet to come transparent eyes.