a concept tarred and feathered by gender
Before we realized children’s well-being suffocated under the tar.
Like the slow pull of a sticky bandage from skin,
Best interest, now skinned and raw
We walked backward
Half time for any father who seeks
Even a man set to destroy.
In the name of efficiency,
We half-heart our goal
And no one looks good.
Small steps, back-forth-and to the side
Lead children nowhere,
Best interests are unique,
and have no short cuts,
And no blankets
SickyBeat 