C’mere!!! (18/30)


The prompt for day eighteen over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem that incorporates the sound of home. Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore.


 

Asswhuppin’s
were the soundtrack
of my childhood;

I was curious
and hard-headed
which lead to an orchestra
of corrective concertos
beginning with either
COME HERE or JUNIOR!!!;

a belt or switch
conducting a symphony
of discipline heard
throughout my
apartment building.

I loathed this music
but wouldn’t trade
in the lessons learned
from it on my worse day.



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