Sitting in Starbucks I couldn't help but hear
A women talking mean her son while I was sitting near.
She ends up hitting him—
what the ____this is very grim...
Why bring him to a business meeting
where child now has to have a score card-
A score card—for what?
A child is a child why
treat him with this regard.
Why do parents even have kids
let alone bring them to a public place—
where a child who is scolded and
made to feel a disgrace.
We are still living the old planetary dream—
everything in the extreme—
Child is not at fault for wanting to go outside-
why did she bring him along when he could of stayed
inside—inside his house with his father who was home—
people are not realistic—I could go on and on.
Written by Suzanna Chevalier on March 15,2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem