The Fear Is Fresh Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner

I remember when mom picked us up.

I asked her if you were home.

She said 'No'

And I said out of excitement, 'YES'

Please tell me, should a child ever be glad that one parent isn't home?

Why do you think I was excited?

I'll tell you why.

I got to enjoy the evening not having to worry if my stuff was going to get torn up out of anger.

A child should never have to live like that.

You're not a man, you're a punk!