BoyA Poem by DJuan ThomasCollege freshman, no money.
"Boy" was all I heard,
"Boy..." It echoed so perfectly in my ear. The term I'd become a man to escape, The one word fought to renounce. Now lingering, looming through smoke and lights The word spoken by a dirty... old... man Wearing tight jeans looking for a good time. "Boy..." The term so harmless it hurt. "Boy" I heard it again, Waiting for a response... "Be my little boy tonight..." it continued. The words' force burning a hole in my brain, Waiting for a response. "Boy... Little boy, how much, little boy?" The sound of it reverberated off the street lamps. The force of it, the filth of it put me in my place, Waiting for a response. My lips parted, "Seventy-five."
© 2012 DJuan ThomasAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 21, 2012 Last Updated on June 21, 2012 AuthorDJuan ThomasMonroe, LAAboutThere is so much I can say here about my life I suppose, but it seems so uninteresting to write about it. Talking to people just seems so much better. I'm a small town guy, pretty simple I think. I'm .. more..Writing
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