The Ice Box Monsters
a poem from the perspective of a terrified child
The ice box monsters came today...
They took my mom and dad away.
Mama gave me her rosary beads,
But I don't think God is listening.
/
The ice box monsters dragged them all out...
They hit my dad and I started to shout,
But my mama placed her hand over my mouth...
"Be quiet, hija, they'll do worse if you're loud."
/
I hid under the bed with my brother,
In case the monsters came back for us.
We heard the stomping boots draw near,
And a monster crouched down to see us.
/
He said, "We can do this the easy way--
You can comply and I won't hurt you.
Or we can do this the difficult way--
I'll beat your brother till you follow rules."
/
They cuffed us and put us in the car...
One of the neighbors shouted at the monster,
"How can you do this to little kids?!"
"Fuck them kids," replied the officer.
/
I don't know where we're going,
Or if we'll be together again.
The ice box monsters destroyed our family,
Just because we have brown skin.
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CT Idlehouse
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