There he sat,
head down,
tears falling,
covered in shame.
And she nagged on…
"What have you been smoking? I just need to know what it was. TELL ME."
She was so angry.
He was so depressed.
And I couldn't do anything.
"And you've been sniffing that thinner again too, haven't you?"
And she slapped his hand.
And his head dropped lower.
He wished he hadn't.
But he couldn't say a word.
And neither could I.
That was all i could think.
It's just not fair.
It's not fair that he didn't choose this life.
It's not fair that both of his parents are drug addicted alcoholics.
It's not fair that all 3 of his older brothers are in gangs.
It's just not fair.
It's not fair that this is the life of a 10 year old.
It's not fair that he only abuses because abuse is all that he knows.
It's not fair that he only comes to school high because it's better than coming to school hungry.
And it's not fair that nobody gets it.
It's just not fair.
But I am going to say this:
God's peace is bigger than our understanding.
I don't know why he has to go through all of this.
And it breaks my heart that I can do nothing about it.
But even though it's not fair,
I can still somehow find peace,
knowing that my God is bigger.
After all, if His eye is on a measly little sparrow,
it sure as heck is on Kenan.
