~Poems~

The Boy

The baby, tiniest in the family.

With innocence running deep into his veins, under a layer of dark skin.

So unseen.

The boy with the brown eyes and russet brown skin.

Eyes like two garnets, glimmering into every light.

His hair, wild and untamed with the color of the darkest coal.

The boy, he roamed on the streets and climbed up on trees, to go home and lie in warm sheets.

Dreams like any other child, he slept through the nights.

His mother's grasp grew harsher as they neared an old man at the grocery store.

A whisper flew by the boy's ear, a constant reminder.

Sibling fights, movie nights and sugar heights.

He was a boy, with mocha eyes and russet brown skin.

Growing up now, body changing as much as the adult's voices.

They're all so stale and harsh.

Other people in class seemed so interesting, maybe a date soon?

Stressful times, remembering things and writing the future on a piece of paper.

The only piece of paper to never let go of.

The boy got sent to the principal again.

The once unruly and wild hair, resisting gravity had to be cut down.

Late night, coming home after seeing friends.

A man with a badge shouts, daggers spitting from his mouth.

The boy has one hand up, where is his paper with the future?

Six shots, life taken away before the third one.

Now everyone is painting him in all the evil colors.

As his mother pleads for justice, no, he was just an evil one.

In his pocket, they only found a paper with the future.

The paper with his dreams.

Just a boy, tiniest in the family, with mocha eyes and russet brown skin.