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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTPIJW_nVCY I pity him, a young black teen Trying to be a man with no self-esteem He examines his life but still can't get it right His history and past still affecting him at night He dreams dreams where he relives the past When he was talked about for not being very fast A fat boy, dedicated to his love Rejected affection is what he dreams of His attempts at sports earned him a bad place In which he was called a disgrace to his race And sadly he had a very weak heart Falling for every girl in hopes to brighten up his dark Empty, alone, he searched for his essence Something he could use to embrace in his darkness The job was open but no one would commit No one would help to pull him out of this abyss A quiet boy, what they call honest and sweet Mistreated, deleted, and beat to his knees Closed eyes he listens to the laughter It shaped him, molded him, just like beaten batter He's now 17 and has an intriguing mind He knows what to fix but doesn't know how to bind To seal the torn edges of his soul To direct the path in which his emotions go He's no longer bullied but his mind is on self-destruct Never felt the love of a pretty girls touch Somethings still wrong but he doesn't know what What's repelling them, is he not enough He opens his eyes looking through a wet mist A single tear falls and he clenches his fist He sits up listening to his hearts drum And at last the next day has finally begun
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