Troubled Young Black Boy

A young boy with such innocence such an extraordinary existence Yet not enough patience with such distraught thoughts To young to understand his necessary and unnecessary wants: Drugs, sex, alcohol, acceptance, religion, love and he just can’t grasp the feeling Within him is enough fury to harm a cat so small and loving in such an unusual package Oh the amount of affection that took place while they were together. He was found not a bit innocent well…on account of him harming the one thing that Accepted him in this world of time. Then to be a drunk on account of his extra time with no one to force him to an education. The judge calls him to the stand. Getting a punishment before his time without committing a crime How could you blame child for what an adult has said? A poison was given, not as if it was taught or read. Time continues to move on at a fast pace. With a lack of religious commitment, He is the only one who can defend himself, Tick, tock, tick, tock… the clocks continue to count down. From left to right, back and forth, round and round, in and out From job to job, being put down by those you my call vigilantes? For whites that is but, a Riot for the blacks. Those white, but transparent faces. Not being able to see the race because you are blinded with the fact of still being a child. Slowly building a mentality to be subservient With a sudden ambition to take an observant glance That deters him from a love and romance. His innocence begins slowly decreasing while his pain, turmoil, and tribulations rapidly increase. Giving him a second look at what he faces and all the equality deteriorates As the inferior complex begins to escalate in his mind Being as though he is so humble As he trips, falls, and stumbles. He escapes from all the tension and hate. What does he find? That it is all much more than just a “race.” Time waits for no man. The human race does not have racists or we will just lose the rat race.