What It's Really About (1994)

I'm discouraged.

This isn't just about incest and molestation.

It's about generations of people

So crippled in spirit

That all they seemed to pass on

Was rage and despair.

It's about parents so blind

That they couldn't see

The destruction they were wreaking firsthand

In the tender child-souls entrusted to their care.

It's about a mother who left behind

A simple message and an intolerable burden:

"YOU'RE NO GOOD!"

It's about a father

Who couldn't see beyond the end of his nose

Except to shout: "PISS ON YOU!"

Blindly groping in their endless, hopeless rage,

Look what a legacy they left

To inherit along with their estate:

"YOU'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO A POT TO ---- ON!"

How can we ever, ever, ever dig a whole person

Out from under this mountain of refuse

We call a life?

We've worked so hard,

We've come so far,

And we've only just scratched the surface.

No wonder we still bury the pain with food…..

Will it ever be safe enough On top of old?

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