My psychodelic angels. 1

Michael,

 

His innocent eyes laid across my face

my smile

he was my age yet so much younger

so desprate for affection, acceptance

he told me he liked me

i told him he lied

he told me i was lovely

i said i he was crazy

he told me of his mother

i told him im sorry

he told me of his home

i told him mee too

he cried out his life and i sat and listened

he told me to smile

i told him i couldnt

he sat by my side

i told him why

quietly he said dont ever touch that s**t again

day one day two

we watched minutes go by

the first light of my day

the first ray of my sun

he sat by my side

allowed me my peace

didnt ask me to talk

didnt ask to explain

the day he left he looked in my eyes

he said bri im glad we met

i hate this place but im glad we met

then that skinny little bony thing hugged me and went back

back to his  life.

 

 

 

Michael.

He was seventeen and skinny.

talll and needed to eat.

every two seconds he blinked

he could hardly keep still in his seat.

he saw me alone and talked to me all day he told me his story with tears in his eyes.

his mother didnt want him

she never did.

ignored ignored ignored him.

when he was young she didnt feed him

so he survived by him self.

struggling with life he had a nautral innocence

a naive point of view

an aura that made me want to wrap my arms around this child and erase all the wrong that was done

he didnt understand the evil around him

seventeen but still a child

he loved his mother but he also hated the b***h

he coudnt understand how she could ditch him like this.

 

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Boney Loc.

She was a mean boney lil thug

not right in the head she was crazy crazy crazy

in love with a pimp

she thought she was pregnate

but by her dirtyness

i knew she was just sick

but how do you tell a thirteen year old thing

no matter how mean

that she has an std

She didnt let us sleep

cause she would yell and scream

talk to her self

try to be queen

her mother was locked up

away in the crazy house

She lived with her auntie but beat the poor thing

her boy friend put girls on the track

how could she live with that

wild and not right

she snuck out at night

tried to live the wild life

hung out with crypts

with thugs and pimps

she was angry with life always trying to pick a fight

with me with the girls with the guys and her self

she didnt give a s**t.

 

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Robert.

the first time i sat across from him it hit me.

his eyes.

they carried all the tears that  never shed in East LA

demons hid in the shadows under his lashes

tormenting his thoughts and dreams

when we talked he was so quiet

a huge contrast with his eyes

they told me everything

he used to do crystal

now he just drinks

sits on his porch and lives the varrio life

same thing drink after drink

he fought with his dad and then the cops

the locked him up then sit him here

he was just watching the days click on by