Bad words

Bad words

Bad words infesting
The blood digesting
The taint of intended sting

The heart repenting
While the ego’s resenting
And a space grows within

A bond despoiled
By words that boiled
Tinged with societal vanity

A union maimed
Torn in twain
In just a moment of insanity

©Aarron Mondello
23/3/2018

 

Locked In A Walk-in Robe

By Aarron Mondello

22/12/2017

 

You kept me locked in a walk-in robe
For a year, maybe more
While you lived in a prison of your own
Shamed and chained to the lounge room floor

The bolt on the inside was silent
If I was quick and quiet enough
With a soft little SNICK I’d slide it home
When the nights got, as you said, rough

Many nights I spent in there
Alone amongst the shoes
With dresses hanging above my head
Dresses that smelled of you

I’d cry myself to sleep most nights
Cradled by the dark
Then I’d sneak out like a mouse
The next morning to find you marked

I heard all of your excuses
All the lies that you told
I recognized them for what they were
Though I was just six years old

In the evening we’d hear the car
Coming down the road
I’d beg you to lock yourself
With me in the walk-in robe

Your eyes would fill with fear
As the storm blew down our door
And off I’d sneak, I felt weak
As I hid in the dark once more

I’d cringe when I heard the slaps
Bite my knuckles to keep silent
But there was nothing I could do
To save you from the violence

Sometimes I wasn’t quick enough
Those nights I’d feel the pain
And I’d also feel it was my own fault
That I was dragged into this game

I keep myself locked in a walk-in robe
Though the storm long since blew away
Many years I’ve lived in here
I’ll unlock the door some day


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A message to a stranger

By Aarron Mondello

4/12/2017

Yesterday I was the bus with my two young daughters (aged 11 and 8) and my brother. An indigenous man got on the bus not long after us. One of my daughters was sitting behind me and when I turned to talk to her he began abusing me and my brother for being racist and disrespectful towards him.

Let’s get this straight, as far as I am concerned, the colour of you skin means fuck all. I don’t care about your race, religion, background or past, of you’re a danger to my children I’ll seek to extract them.

Late last night I became very angry (and ashamed at myself if I’m honest) at the man who took it upon himself to terrify my kids and I and I wrote him a message.

This is not a racial slur or an attempt to vilify a race. This purely how I felt about what happened and the man involved.


A message to a stranger

You’re yelling at me about the injustice
Suffered by your kin
But here’s a thought and just for a moment
Maybe you could fucking listen
To the words of the people just trying to get by
The people who have done you no wrong
But no! Your to busy feigning to cry
And singing the the same rehashed song
As a hundred before you who were treated like shit
I get it you bloody mad
I would be to if I’d suffered like you
But wait a second, I have!
Beaten and ridiculed shamed and rejected
Reviled and then stepped upon
And here i sit and yes I’m pissed off
But only at those who did me wrong
It’s not my fault so many don’t care
You just singled me out of the crowd
I don’t even know why perhaps just because I was there
But your actions were oh so wrong
You terrified my kids
And if I’m being honest, I was pretty scared too
But take a step back and look at the picture
Because I have done nothing to you
I write this down the things I am feeling
Towards an abusive stranger
The angry young man who while I was I traveling
Made me feel like I was in real danger
I mean, seriously bloke look at yourself
Abusing a family just because you can
Just like you I can’t choose my skin tone
It’s not my fault I was born a white man
And my children! They have done even less than I
Innocent and learning with you as an example
Accusing me of teaching them to be racist
You’re lesson was more than ample
You think I’m the one teaching them to fear you
While unleashing your anger so pure
In those ten minutes you taught them more than I
And it wasn’t to respect you at all
Did I ask them to move away from your anger
Yeah I did but it wasn’t because of your colour
I would have got them to move out of your harms way
Regardless of your colour
How do you think they felt as you threatened
To kidnap them or beat up their dad
What kind of image do you think they’ll now see
After you leaned across them to slap my face
Is your hatred of me justified?
Hell no it isn’t
Because what harm have I actually caused
None to you or any of your people
We were just a family on the same bus
So you’ll never read this and I don’t care
The ether can have my message
Because the way you acted as I sat with my daughters
Has caused irreparable damage
To the way my kids now view your kin
You want to know why some of us fear?
It comes from people like you.

©Aarron Mondello2017