The Giraffe Blog – Poems by Virgenal Owens

We were raised in broken homes.
Trained to see passion and affection
As weak and incomplete.

The streets only see temporary forevers.

Some only had mothers or grandmothers
To kiss them goodnight.
No man around to beg to stay up an hour longer.

So, be patient with us.
Be patient with him who never saw 
His dad romance his mother.

Him who learned
Through televisions screens and headphones.

Some of us are learning how to love ourselves
So that we can sweep you off your feet.

Some of us are learning how to build homes
With no tools.


~Written by: Virgenal Owens