Are Monsters Real Mommy? - Poem by Juan Olivarez
Are monsters real mommy, are they under my bed,
Maybe in my closet, not just in my head?
Monsters are real, some live just down the street,
They exist everywhere in the world.
They're always around in the cold and the heat,
They don't discriminate between boys and girls.
One monster a long time ago killed six million jews,
With no qualms.
They hide behind behind jesters and fools,
They get to you with their multiple charms.
Monsters today are not known as Frankenstein,
Or the creature from the black lagoon.
And they don't come from the id in your mind,
Or stalk by the light of the full moon.
There was Che Guevara and Uzama you knew,
Castro and Lenin just to name a few.
Monsters are real, they're not under your bed.
And they don't stay in the closet,
Though you'll wish they had.
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