Cary Briel

Call me Pepper,
That’s how she put it;
Then she pointed 
At the chair,
The chair was there;
She told me, 
“Just sit and stare
At me.” At what…
At what you could have had,
Mr. slut;

Or does he lie,
My brother? Will you dare say that?
Will you put at risk
What?
What from your mother’s womb shat?

Do I seem vulgar?
I am!
To protect my future seed
Because I can,
Because you’re a sham!
Because later’s too late,
And they grow up like weeds,
You know this?
Surely you know it?

They’ll need a dad,
A dad with good deeds,
A dad that ain’t bad;

So you sit there
And stare,
You stare at me,
And maybe you’ll dare
To try again and speak;
Take life into your hands,
See if I can be weak.