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Monsters in the '90's (by Brandy Adams)
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"Hush baby, there are no monsters under your bed," said a mother to her child.
Then she remembers when she was young and she asked her
mother if there were monsters under her bed and her mother
said,"Hush baby, there are no monsters under your bed."
But the mother has no idea what it is like growing up in the 90's :
with the fear of being shot while getting the mail
with fear of getting high just to "fit in"
with the fear of joining gangs just to feel loved and needed
with the tears from crying yourself to sleep over divorced
parents
The child lies in the dark and thinks to herself, "Good, mom fell
for the lie. She actually believes I am so scarred that she'll let me stay up longer."
Then, "BANG," a loud noise rips through the silence down the street.
"DRIVE-BY, get under the bed!" the mother cries.
Ten minutes later mother and child are sitting on the bed holding each other.
"There are monsters, aren't there?" the child asks.
"Yes, honey, there are monsters, but they're not under your bed."
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