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Chapter One the early years



You look at me

In some ways, adorn me

As if I represent some form of perfection

I spin no tangle webs

So I hand you the pages to me to thumb through



I was born blue faced

The devil sent a taxi to Terminate me to prevent future domination

I should have know then god was on my side

I never read much into being born a day before his son

Life was a pleasant place to be

Until then man who made showed he was not yet a man

Nurturer was forced into role as provider and groomer of men

Thus separation began

See her life soon become more important to her

Which to a stranger becoming dad

A stranger becoming dad

A stranger becoming

Dad and he knew not how to be a father, provider

So the curb became my pillow and thrift named the mall

I managed malnourished to still maintain my mind

Oh, he gets such good grades

“He’s still a worthless nigga”

Picked up on parkways

When sun sets

end friend plays

Cause I got to get to the drop spot

Shelter soon became vacated premises

Forgotten by municipalities to demolish

For dinner, I had dreams of going to college

And never knowing hunger pains again

Stench of self forgotten

And smile unseen for a decade because it’s decayed

End Chapter One