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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The “Veil” The birth of a child born with a veil Told that he would see thing unbeknownst to everyone else Traveled outside of the only place I’ve ever known Wow….a world out here, a world to call my own Never knew these things would exist Toils and trouble and an iron fist Strapped on boots tugged on my chain What do you know they just call my name I guess I am somebody, let me through I want to move to the front now with you Thought I was rich, with only one hole in my shoe My brother’s shirt, my father’s rule Only seven of us kids with two out the door Now only five of us left, what next…what more Friday night is coming, and I’m afraid to sleep Father is drinking, mother in the streets Screams and shout would pierce my ear Chains from her beating and the ice pick near Is this the caul that I’m so blessed to possess? Is it the rule, does it lead to success I get through the night and move through the years I often reflect and often shed tears Do I share these thoughts or just let it be Time waits for no one, neither does the cadre Now on the front lines fighting this war of hell Should have seen it coming, for I had the veil There isn’t anything special about my life so far Maybe this pen, paper and this memoir I was expecting something different in this fast paced life Not to be in this sand, not to see this suffering and stife I’m really confused now, watch me exhale No longer the little boy born with the veil. Johnnie Eaves
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