POETRY BY VERONICA MARJON VAN BRUGGEN
See those kids ditching school?
See her fingers in his hair?
See how they kiss in front
of the whole adult world while
he kneads her ass with pride?
I am a voyeur, envy, condemn and applaud.
Look how proud they are of each other
as they resume their walk,
love tinting the air around them
a big red heart.
Pulsating, private, excluding.
Poetry
She wrecks her life getting
pregnant that day.
I humble away, not judging.
She aborts ---- her father insists
to dump the guy; he finds another.
She marries a cop who beats her
and punches three kids into her
before she is twenty.
Poetry, even so.
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