Suburban Destiny

Suburban
mothers

Will
kneel before their brother’s

Altar

at the wedding
And
pray for a blessing

White
homed children

Will
never question beyond the dome

And
professional fathers
Will
forbid them from petting the gnome

Liberated
babies will grow as conflicted children

Liberation
was never meant for them you see

Desecrated
teenagers will assuage the tears with action

A
justification based on juxtaposition

An
amalgamation of impoverished creations