"Mute R Kelly," A Poetry Post

I,
an adult,
let my
teenage
daughter
go to a
late night
concert
where

a
grown man
exposes
his midriff and
lets his
pants
ride low

he
pulls
girls on stage and
rubs
his genitalia
against
their bodies

he
discusses
explicit
sex acts
that
I
would
hide from
my baby
on a
Saturday night

I know that.

I,
an adult,
invited
a
graphic
performing
artist
into my
school building
filled with
under-aged
girls

knowing
that
he
writes
music
for
baby
making.

I know that.

I,
an adult,
did not realize
that
my
beautiful girl
was
signing
legal documents
to
designate herself
as a
sex slave

he
told us
that
was
what
he
wanted

And she,
my baby,
did not know
this
was
not
a
good
deal.

Now,
I want to
mute
R Kelly
and
be
loud.

-T. D. James-Moss