Speare Earth Poetry Poet Didactic

The Story of a Ghetto Boy

From a Lith Book Of Tales

"The story of a ghetto boy'


Once 
I was 
A little boy, 
The many
Little things,
Deeds
They Made me 
Smile
And life itself;
Was without worries.

But quickly
I became 
A man
And gang (society)
Put a gun
Into my hands.


They Told me 
That i could
Live or die.
Though I didn't know
The reason why?
But my gun 
became my tool (toy).
'The story of a ghetto boy'


*closes chapter* 


ghops

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