He Was Just a Little Boy

I was born unto this world A little boy called James I was just like all the rest Who in the playground played normal games I knew my life was in trouble By the time I reached the age of five My mother had so many friends I wondered why I was alive The kids all used to laugh at me In my short trousers and bloodied knees If only they had known What was going on, in the inside of me Would they ever know Why a mother would put you down And pretend that your not there As another arrives from out of town Have they ever wondered To go to school with clothes unwashed Sleep on a concrete floor While your Mother's comfortably sloshed Do they ever stop and wonder What happens around them day by day They can't, because they are young like me When all they want to do is play My teens are around the corner To secondary school I go I survive and I get wiser As I intend my life to flow As we travel down life's highways When we are born they are seldom written You know the roads you want to take For inside you, your internally smitten