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[aid] => Mick
[title] => That Little Boy
[time] => 2003-06-04 05:35:00
[hometext] => Something a little different. I'd thought I write something on a boy's perspective. Hope you enjoy. Please comment on this poem it would really mean alot to me. Thank You.
[bodytext] => T: torn between two worlds. H: he hides behind the fear that he'll lose it all. A: all he has is himself, although he's not quite sure. T: the peer pressure of his fellow peers. L: learning to fit in. I: into to things he thought he'd never be apart of. Done things he'd never thought he'd do. T: that which things that'll cause him trouble. T: trouble, which he may not escape. L: little things can turn into big things. E: earning the title to fit in or being apart of a disturbed group. B: born into a world where only violence existed. Born into a world where he had nothing. Born into a world where he always remained alone. O: on the verge of sabotaging a future promising. Y: yearning to understand it all. *That* That which things he may never understand. That which things he may soon regret. That which things that may cause him harm. That little boy inside is that inner child. That boy who only support was his boyz. That little boy who had no knowledge of who he was. He had no knowledge of where he could end up. Quite frankly because he sees it all as just a game. A game in which he could get killed for. *Little* As a little boy he had no love. He had nothing at all. A straight A student. Peer pessure is where he became lost. The little things are what started it all. He lived a rough life. Why not continue it all? What did he have for the future? It was promising but he couldn't see the picture quite right. The little things that he couldn't see was that he'd made a difference already. Yet with the little things he may throw it all away. *Boy* He was a boy with numerous talents, yet he was willing to give it all up. And for what? Just to be able to fit it or just to have a chance of love. Too be cool, to maybe be on top. Although not in a good way. Blinded by his loneliness and fear. He turned to the streets where he lived. Street life wasn't his dream but it was his life. From a little boy to a teenager, the streets was his life. It may continue to be that way. If only he could see. *That Little Boy* If only he could let that little boy inside open up his eyes. If he could only understand his lonely past. If he could just understand it all. If only he could let go of that little boy inside. He'd be set free. Written By: Charlene Written: 2003. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 351 [topic] => 31 [informant] => lilch4ever [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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