Just A Moment Longer by Beth Tremaglio at Spillwords.com


I haven’t written about Connecticut in some time but not much has changed. 
This is a personal write for me. I know this child personally and have witnessed much.
This isn’t a poem, not everything is poetry. 
This is emotion, and frustrations put on paper.
The food pantries are low, shelves are empty a lot of the time and many have to skip meals. 
The picture is my own and the writing personal.


Just A Moment Longer

written by: Beth Tremaglio



No matter who reigns it is the same disease just different symptoms.” – BT


This is more of a personal write for me. For a child going through an emotionally hard place.


If I could keep you here for a moment longer,
I would let you run free
from the poverty that chases you,
from a system that has cursed you.
If I could tell you,
“work hard enough and it will all be okay,”
I would
but I can’t, all that has worked against you from birth is bigger than you.
If you could live here in this moment of constant sun
let you chase your own steps
let you see and not fear the waves
I would
the impoverished bodies of
mind and soul surround you
they are in your home,
world of corporate do-gooders.
This system won’t lift your poverty
only tell you to fight harder and pull yourself up, if you don’t you will be labeled and put into an artificial box of “if you weren’t so lazy you’d be ahead. You have the life you deserve, your choices have brought you here.”
They don’t know where you come from, or the demons you battle at such a young age,
the therapists will offer a pill for your sorrows and failures but your life will still be your own and none will care.
I wish I could let you run here, chase the birds,
not a dream kids like you will ever attain.
I wish I could tell you that we, no matter our color will fight for you,
stand against this poverty you were born into,
fight to settle the hunger in your stomach
but I can’t just yet
we are too busy fighting each other
too busy desiring power
too busy wanting to be kings and queens that rule over one another,
I wish we could see you and all that we have taken,
all that we will build off your backs
all the profit we will make from your sufferings.
I wish we could see but we are too blinded by our own diseases and desires
we are too blind to see
for this disease
has consumed the
of this so-called humanity…

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