I am

Nice diction. I really love the word mix. Cool! Cool!! Cool!!! I'll say.

thank you again - comments are so important to me

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David...this poem is captivating!  I have never even thought of such vile things!  What I find interesting here is that in the beginning, the person is getting rid of the scum..stamping, scraping, tramping, etc.  And then, they are negligent "the hungry you never fed, wax you don't pry, thirsty that runs dry."  I also wonder about that last line-I am what I am.  It's very vague..as though the victim in the poem isn't entirely sure after all that abuse.  At first it seems like an empowering statement..but not actually.  In fact, the entire poem never addresses what the narrator is at all.  Just what the other person (mother?  father?) thinks of the son.  So, that last line really gets the reader thinking about how this victim actually understands himself.  Hmmm...very sad, though, and I hope to God this is fiction.  

I'm glad the poem made you think, to me this is so very important as is taking the time to comment in the way you have:-)

I always think that poems should leave room for the reader to interpret (make  their own). However if it helps The perpetrator is a drunken, violent abusive christian parent failing as a parent (Abuse) and failing as a christian (neglect / abuse). The narrator, so beaten down is agreeing with the perpetrators actions and abuse.

It is unfortunate that it was not fiction

I’m loving this poem! I love that the rhythm gives it a sweetness that is in direct contrast to the actual, raw and abrasive content of the poem.  

Thank you ever so much for your visit and kind words :-)))))