What Are They Saying Upstairs Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

What are they saying about our costumes?
Are they saying my halloween wig is gross?
Are they saying I will scare the bogeyman,
And have him come charging into their bedroom
With us children cheering him with giggles?

Will they let us go tree a treating outside,
And bring candy in bucketfuls to the house,
And feed on it till the cat gets sick of it,
And go upstairs and vomit in their bed,
Leaving us so sick the doctor's bill,
Shoots sky high making them scream louder,
Than the devil and his wife?

If this Halloween could bring us together,
Then let it for I am tired of our den,
So dull it needs the dance of ghosts,
To wake up these spiders with cobwebs,
That bring tarantulas to our door.

Will we go out and watch Moses ready,
To cross the Red Sea chariots and all,
While the Egyptian chariots break down,
In the biggest Halloween float ever?
Tell me, for I know they are saying something,
Mom and Dad are upstairs, talking as always,
And ready to disturb my already haunted mind.