PerspectiveA Poem by Trevor Barnett
I'm in a land where everyone is dying
Sweet child please awake I look up at the sky screaming, crying God, why do you take! What's the reason for living in this world without my baby? I'm in a store where everyone is buying I've got a headache My child is loud, and is quite defying Tom for heaven's sake! Just get the damn toy he wants so he will shut up, just maybe? My parents are dead, not here anymore I sell my bare flesh They've labeled me sinner, scarlet, a w***e Malice thoughts, a thresh! My face is bruised and bloody from the stones of licentious men My parents are stupid, I slam my door We just do not mesh I hear the knocks, but I choose to ignore The night air feels fresh! I'll show them, I'm running away from home; what will they think then Today is my birthday and I turned eight It's time to be tough I get my gun and go fight for my state It's scary and rough It hurts to breath in, It's so cold and dark; I want my mommy Today is my birthday and I'm out late I've not drank enough Bartender another drink I feel great Wow, I am hot stuff I stumble to their table, I vomit like a tsunami
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9 Reviews Added on December 12, 2013 Last Updated on December 12, 2013 AuthorTrevor BarnettGlencoe, ALAboutMy name is Trevor Barnett; and, writing is a hobby of mine. My true passion is art; that being said, I will be attending Savannah School of Art and Design(SCAD) this fall for animation. If there's any.. more..Writing
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