They say charity begins at home

But no one talks about the types of homes

Familes that fight at night

And wake to morning devotions 

First Singing songs like in the morning 

I will rise and praise the Lord

Then later press the ones he gave me 

Rule His gifts 

With an iron fist

Building tall walls and fences

Through phrases

That sentence their kids

Even before they learn to speak 

A good child must have good grades

Stay indoors, face book and play no games

In my father's house there are many rooms

but no window for love

Fancy roofs

Without roots

Fathers that pick

Mothers that milk

Even when grown 

They'd peak milk you

Into chaos

With their picky blinders

They keep you static

Then guilt trip you

They want you humble 

So they crumble you

Preach dysfunctional virginity 

Bind the girls

Free the boys

Teach the girls

Boys be boys

Close it

Open up

Pink dolls

Black guns

Dismantled couples

Who's the better lover

The one in the driver's seat

Or owners corner

Families that Lexus together stick together 

Or is it for those 

Honda one Accord

If we're creatures of influence

Let's create chores that build

And not sow seeds

Nor raise kids 

Dressed to be the weapon fashioned 

Against their neighbors 

Kids who fight their brothers

Because they were told to

Love their neighbors 

As themselves

But not taught how to love themselves

The golden rule

Is perhaps not for 

Children raised in mines

At dawn 

they fall in ashes

Shivering while searching for precious stones

So when they become stone cold killers

Remember they were once under solid rocks

With no foundations of their own

These kids with bountiful imaginations

But can only afford to

Draw their next meal

Before their dreams 

Some draw their their last breathe

And live everyday as though it could be their last

They carryon broken crayons 

crafted with coal tears

On a borrowed and blank canvas

Family is more than blood 

Ties that divide

So unite it 

Value it

Build it

Make yours more than a reflection 

of that which you were raised in

So we don't recycle trauma

If charity began at home

Then why hasn't she returned home?