Can you hear your babies cry, your babies cry?
Can you hear your babies cry? Your babies crying for you.
Why don’t you talk to them, talk to them?
Why don’t you talk to them? Instead of you talking to them,
your baby spits out words.
They need you to rescue them, rescue them.
They need you to rescue them from Mp3, Nintendos, and Wiis.
You left these devices to watch over them. Watch over them,
now you no longer hear their cry-
because they no longer talk to you-
they choose to text instead.
Now, you never see your babies tears- they’re lost in cyberspace.
In the distance is their stares, you barely see their eyes.
Still, sons and daughters need your comfort
instead of holding blankets of hate.
Oh yes, your babies cry.
They cry at tattoo parlors-
there they express themselves.
Oh yes, your babies cry.
They’re crying in their neighborhoods.
Some even join new families,
although their families are sometimes gangs.
All because they’re crying out for love from you –
but, you no longer recognize their cry?
`Yvonne L.
Very powerful poem!
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Thanks 🙂
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