Poo Secrets Poem by James McLain

Poo Secrets


Are never kept..) It(s..adored
...) it(s..sharing....) it(...with..you

) it(s my deepest darkest fears you found out here.

If I am so smart why does It rant? you
are feeling this.
If I am so smart how did I end up inside
those cold, fast thighs?
I was smart enough to dodge, your slap.
Then the abuse really started....
I kept going back for more...
her verbals became more than Pascals.
My body became more, than her work of art.
It just, I was not smart enough, to her I then became...
Her very own, personal....toy to hurt to maim..
just for joy..as it became dumber he became
smarter in waves...smarter so smart, she
could even stick knives in...me..police reports, I <still would not
do what the judges wanted...betrayal by her if I did..
THIS is my secret diary....no one will think to look
here...except you....the first baby she made go
away...she is the smart one...she took xanaxes
and drank...after five months familial, she went in the........
bathroom with a baby in her, a boy.. but......
when she came out...he was in a plastic zip lock bag..
she took him into the freezer in the kitchen,
and D.C.F.
where she had the pregnancy test still and it was his test
i must stop for a while, ..it was the beginning of the
end of my smile into rage..I notified the states children agency
they knew of her past, i did not, and they did not hold her
accountable, for the death of my son..
why should i trust them now..? ...
they did it even worse to me..
But then they dont bother to do much for any one now,
having no money.
I know now....It is all my fault.
D.C.F. even now still attacks me....why?