His Agony!
AS A CHILD,
HE WENT THROUGH PAINS AND STRIFE,
WISHING SOMETIMES HE COULD END IT,
WITH SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS A KNIFE.
HE ANTICIPATED GETTING WHOOPED,
AS SOON AS HIS FATHER GOT HOME,
SO EVERY TIME HE WAS BEATEN,
THE MORE HE REBELLED--WANTING TO BE ON HIS OWN.
THEN ONE DAY HIS WISH FINALLY CAME,
IN HIS EARLY TEENS,
WHEN HE FIRST TURNED TO THE STREET LIFE,
AND HAD TO SURVIVE BY BEING MEAN.
HE GOT CAUGHT UP,
IN THE LIFE OF CRIME,
THEN HE GOT THE BIG TICKET,
AND DID SOME REAL HARD TIME.
HE HAD NO CHOICE,
BUT TO LIVE THE WAY HE DID,
BECAUSE IT'S HARD GROWIN' UP IN THE STREETS,
KNOWIN' YOU'RE JUST A KID.
NOW, I WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND,
BESIDES WANTIN' SO BADLY TO BE FREE,
THAT THE KID WHO WAS ABUSED AND LIVED ON THE STREETS,
WAS ME.
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2010
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