Black Lives Matter. Poem by Tony Kavuoti

She would say, How much she missed him, how great he was and would have been as a man. I told him to stay inside, do not go out side. I asked him, what do you want me to pick up for you while I am out, he said ice-cream, what does that tell you where he is at. I seen the hurt in her, the depths of her despair, the boundlessness of her love. I said innocence. Yes innocence, he was still a child. Even though he was seventeen years old he was still an innocent child inside. Than I come back to see the road blocked and I new something was wrong, I could feel it. Just new, my heart sank. Than later I had to deal with doctors and nurses treating him like an object at the hospital while he was in the coma. Pulling the plug, no concern for my feelings, how he meant everything to me.


After such, my heart, my soul was shattered. Later I would meet someone else, this other lady at places she knew.


She would speak about the sufferings she experience, felt as a child. The abuse she experience as a teenager and young lady. The lingering devastation of the abuse she experienced in her last relationship. The more she expressed her self, the more she feels, the more I am able to be connected to her, I always wanted to be there for her, am for a while I was. but later not knowing how to find the places where she was at or the many misunderstandings and frustrations of the day of a dyslexic and my pride, my ego would flare up, and I was not me, but pain instead, not being there for her but venting my pain.