I’m dreaming of a WIC* Christmas

I’m dreaming of a WIC Christmas

Just like the ones the ghetto kids always know

where there’s ample nutrition

but the presents are missin’

a stocking is whats on my toe

I’m dreaming of a WIC Christmas

with every bowl of Kix I eat

eight gallons of milk is my treat

plenty of rice and cheese but no meat

*WIC provides Federal grants to States for supplemental foods, health care referrals, and nutrition education for low-income pregnant, breastfeeding, and non-breastfeeding postpartum women, and to infants and children up to age five who are found to be at nutritional risk.

Random Writings From Yester-Year

This one comes from one of my journals from 1997

 

Once upon a dream

A silent scream

Fills the inner soul

Agony has taken its toll

On what once was a child

Has grown but hasn’t aged

Twenty five-but still thirteen

A crack house is his home

In his face but not in his veins

Cant put up a fight

If everyone says its right

Gang bang and all the blame

Innocent revenge has driven the insane

Murder and steal for a meal that’s square

Cant survive without talking jive

Be slick or be caught

He’ll be dead before he realizes he’s alive

He’ll be six under

Before the age of thirteen he’s over

Penetration through these walls takes education