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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required thirteen year old boy south central stagnating pond in a ten mile universe he had dreams aspirations knew there was more education, it propels he would teacher (aim lower doug) a social worker something anything but the gang seventh grade came too soon 'blood, you are not better we are the same i say you sell you sell you feel me?' he felt a lot fear electrified anxiety his heart pounding in his chest plummeting at terminal velocity just before impact and the feeling he might pee fear motivates so he sold corner of Imperial LA cap over deer eyes hoodie masking baby lips rosy cheeks wishing he were anywhere but here he grew small ball and got things down head low deepen voice small $10 big $25 no fear any trouble run! a year dragged his big day arrived life changer f#@k he didn't want a tat screw that! nevertheless he was getting it on his neck that was the worst part branded for life for all to see f#@k he contemplated running but where? they would find him cowards don't survive the hood in a ten mile universe with no Benjamin's he wasn't going anywhere life on lock down inked up homey with a scrapbook body flicks the switch buzz buzz blue ink dip he wants to touch his neck one last time... 'move your hand, fool' no time for goodbyes ten minutes later NSL running from hairline down his neck and that's that another one bit the dust demolished dreams innocence lost future? what future? maybe he could teach in the pen'
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