He's just a kid
With eyes wide and mind wider
With structure tall and body thin
Working with the complexity of a spider
He's a mutt of places
A speaker of a different word
A mix of different faces
His ancestry left in traces
Their history just absurd
Some of them locked up
With broken brains never to be cured
In a new chapter he's brought up
Or maybe he's the craziest they've ever heard
Too young he's bled
Exposed to a generation too cruel
Through the storm he has led
Yet in the sun he's left for dead
Pride shot down he's made a fool
But inside he's a mastermind
Hitting the highest marks in school
They'd better shape up and treat him kind
He packs a punch with anger fuel
Now he sits with hollow heart
He needs the words but they won't come out
Struggling to find his start
Flies free like a dart
Gets so angry he starts to shout
Sits there and he starts to cry
His head's filling up with doubt
A razor says he wants to die
His blood's run dry as drought
JE LEEST
In The Eye
PoëzieSort of like a portfolio, sort of like an autobiography, sort of like a book of poetry and short stories. Well, actually it's all of those things.
