Our Broken Sons...

(This is an excerpt from a Spoken Word piece I've recently written...by most recent cry of the heart...)

"When they broke our sons
they convinced themselves
that the war was won
as the idea of stability
was all but shunned
but more stripped
from maternal fingers
dipped
in agony soon thereafter.
Broke our sons when they forced them to linger
ever after
in a womb coveted for saving
our broken sons.
Convinced the token’s won
when you keep the ebony busts of men
filled with life ‘til an aged bend.
…backs broken from bending in
wombs never built to last,
but to let go after childhoods pass
into a broken abyss.
Our broken sons learn this:
“We are broken to break our sons”
for one
and for second
“They break broken sons
to teach the lesson
to the broken.”
A token?
Follow the fad
of sheltering our lads
long enough to make ‘em
(them that break ‘em)
mad?
We win?
…forgetting that we the broken
sometimes are the first to break our kin,
we follow this course
as if we are subconsciously forced
to break our sons."

-with divine purpose
Micah Spencer