Some Fools Have All the Luck
"SOME FOOLS HAVE ALL THE LUCK"
a year ago, I met a lost but
willing to live adolescent.
problems in school, problems
with siblings, problems with
her mother and a never-ending
self-analysis through the day to day
verbal and physical
abuse at the mouth and hands
of her children’s father. the
opportunities to end it all
have been passed up like
yesterday’s whores. I’ve
talked with her, reasoned
with her, given her every bit
of comparison and analogy to
convince her that she must
end this destructive life-
style or she will be killed.
a pattern to excuse it, her
choice to live inside her
perverted view of love has
continued to take a toll on
her self-worth and physical
shape. I remember a time and
more times after that where I
was accused of such things
and the pigs were called.
into jail I went and it’s
gotten crazier ever since.
I’ve come to love this girl
as if she was my own, telling
her I’d go nowhere even if
her mother and I stopped what
we’ve been fighting over for
a year. however unlikely
keeping me around will be,
the offer has been planted.
the other night her mother
and I went back to her house
and saw two out of shape
fingers, a black eye, hair
out of place, broken
furniture, make-up urinated
on and a wound dripping with
blood. she had gotten her
reality of love once again.
it was her chance to end it
all. “when the police come
are you going to talk to
them?” I asked. “no,” she
said. her mother and I tried
to convince her of the
opportunity but it proved
worthless. I walked
downstairs, ready to go. what
point was there? she’d stay
and set herself up to do it
all over again and again. I
think back to my days, the
days of accusation without
proof only to end up doing
time. now at 33, I sit
separated from my children
while my ex-whores laugh.
there her boy sits free,
laughing while she hates
herself. this is the America
we live in. America, land of
the free but I have to
question the home of the
brave.
By: Chicano Eddie
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