A dead-beat dad of a family of four
left without feeding for days or for more,
but when those hungry days were numb'ring on score
that undeserving father became Ba'al of lore.
The quantities of food that the family was missing
gave that mother and brothers a trouble of fussing.
So mom got a job as a cook or at busing
and taught her son to fight fists not fight cussing.
Now this little boy, at most five years in age
was exhibiting psychosis in his skull breaking rage
but, since the grocery was a wrestling cage
his using a stick may have been acting sage.
Though Richard wasn't old enough for to learn
the cases that causes his father to scorn
them like a priest does a reader of porn,
he was to fight and had replaced him by morn.
This was actually a poem about "Black Boy" by Richard Wright. When his father left the family (really that whole chapter) I wrote this poem.
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