Bithiah of Suburbia

That would make me a suburban kind of Moses, right?

She found the small boy one day on her doorstep.
He arrived without any warning
With a few of his kin
Begging her to let them in.
Clouds of breath circled round their heads
As the cold knives in the air bit at them.
She lifted up the boy in the basket
As he giggled to the porch light.
And she motioned the others in.

As time continued, that boy began to change.
And one day he wondered:
Am I still that beautiful boy.
Beautiful boy.
Beautiful boy.
Am I still that beautiful boy
That you remember raising into me.
Am I still your beloved son.
The only one.
Or have you seen all the things that now make up me.

That little boy grew up so full of wonder.
He searched for anything to learn.
Was so thankful for her
Without a care or concern.
Running through the leaves beneath the trees
With smiling eyes that brightened the whole world.
He’d wear the clothes his mother asked.
Never think of un-kosher things.
Not caught up in anything deemed depraved.

As time continued, that boy began to change.
His lips no longer parted in that joyous smile.
The other members of his kin,
The others she took in-
They estranged themselves.
And he didn’t understand for a while.
Slowly, he felt himself joining them.
Pushing her away.
He didn’t like it.
But he didn’t know what to say to her
After all she’d done for them
And for him.

And one day he wondered:
Am I still that beautiful boy.
Beautiful boy.
Beautiful boy.
Am I still that beautiful boy
That you remember raising into me.
Am I still your beloved son.
The only one.
Or have you seen all the things that now make up me.
And one day he wondered:
Am I still that beautiful boy.
Beautiful boy.
Beautiful boy.
Am I still that beautiful boy
That you remember raising into me.

Reviews

[Dillon Cotter]

very relateful, kinda sad in a way dude but you still write with every word left, very good.
-Will

[The Wave]

it's sad when you can look at yourself and not like what you are doing. pushing people away isn't fair to the ones who care the most, but sometimes we unintentionally do this. and dislike ourselves for it.

this was written well, and i'm sure there will be many who can relate to this.

i felt a bit confused when i read: "with a few of his kin.." in the first stanza. it seemed out of place, like it should have been worded differently. other than that, its pretty good. and i did like it. :)

[lindsay]

I really like the chorus here, quite a lot actually. This fit together like a story, wonderful job!