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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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