Broken Poem by Ibn Ali

There's something fundamentally broken
Hoardes of fatherless children
Raised by bitter mothers
Told half a story
Daddy can't tell her to abort it
It's her body
Desire now fulfilled
He found he can't stand the person, ugly
Behind the pretty face
Perhaps the makeup is a metaphor for what she conceals
Thick foundations come unstuck when washed
Face stained basin
Wash away remnants of good intent between
No marriage
It's too hard to walk away from
When her sneeze stops being cute
He leaves every blade that he was saving
And she's not to be outdone
He's no man, and her no lady
The children in his wake are scattered footprints
If they have no guidance
Then what's their destination

Restaurants are filled
People in touching distance
But not a word is spilled
Too busy taking pictures
Of a meal not yet eaten
With the family they've neglected
For the friends that change with seasons
She claims she loves her people
But she'd sooner call her friends
She'd never visit cousins
And aunties are expendable
She has far too many
This many breaches make it hard to make amends
The premise of your claim is false
You see me and you kiss me and prolong your hug
Do you love me
Then why do you never call
Or text
Assuming you have my number at all
If you died you'd miss the hypocrites
Friends in funerals to let the world know they're in attendance
Emoticons of teary yellow men
When their own cheeks are barren
And grief too short lived
Sadness too vague to be well acted
And the shoe on the foot is always neglected
Well worn from being trodden
The sole has served but how quickly forgotten

We otherise others
Who otherwise would be welcomed
If their creed were different
Or perhaps a lighter color
But I'm not allowed to say that
Then why does this policeman
Stop me with intent
He doesn't show others
In newer cars and tailored suits
He calls them sir
Smiling almost fearful of the lawyers
Freedom by the pound
The crowd of poor appalled
Dispended what was vended for
Order in the court, order in the court
The silenvce screams
Yes, but where's the justice