Author: C Hues

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Suburbs

Written by C Hues

December 24, 2022

Moving in, then moving out,
Was there ever any doubt?
Hateful neighbors burning crosses.
They claim victory in these suburban losses.

Our color paints the picture clear,
We’ll sell for less and disappear.
The gap widens with class in session,
As our chances lessen and lessen.
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2022

Written by C Hues

December 23, 2022

I told mom that 2022 was a bad year.
But mom said that years can’t be bad,
People can be bad.
And sometimes we see crisis as a curse,
When we should understand it as a challenge.

2022 saw women wronged 
As women’s rights were ripped away.
But we also saw women fight
Alongside allies to protect 
What already belonged to them.

2022 saw hate crimes continue
And election lies to drum up
Democracy’s demise.
But we stood tall and voted
For Truth.

2022 saw a sad man
Think he could take a small country
And rebuild greatness that never was.
But he found out in 2022
That small does not mean weak.

2022 was not a bad year.
2022 had bad men 
Who failed to realize
That good people are always,
Always up to the challenge.
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Friends

Written by C Hues

December 21, 2022

A woman and her backing band perform at a small music venue. 
Whisper whisper Mutter Mutter CHATTER CHATTER
The words grow louder, and the noise drowns out the music.
The bass player misses a beat.
After her performance, the woman storms off stage.
A friend extends his hand in good grace, saying, “You were awes—
The woman ignores him and moves his hand away.
The friend is angry now. He sees someone blocking the door.
He bumps into the door blocker and the door blocker pushes him back.
The door blocker and his new friend tussle that night.
The loser of the fight goes home to his wife.
Coming through the door, his wife asks him if he made any new friends.
He finds a reason to yell at his wife—the door should have been locked.
“I just waltzed right in!” As he hears the bassist miss the beat again.