Convick

by chicago   Feb 1, 2006


On this day years ago a
child was given life.Born
into a world full of sin .as a
child he needed a family.
The convict was his liable
given to himbecause that is
what he is to become.This
particular child
was not given a chance
at life.

His Father was a prisoner
and his mother was
a for seal sine.Growing
up in a city as matter
fact a state where
everyone is angst
you.

Day after day sitting,
wounding
what is next for him.
No one really cared to find
out weather if he was going
of if he even had a home
to go to.People
talked down and made
fun of him.

They called him a
outsider and his own
Father called him
a wast of sperm.
Family told him
that that he would never
amount to anything.Not
knowing who to turn to or
what to do.
He did what he know
best .He became
what he is to become

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  • 17 years ago

    by Marjan

    Thanks for giving me something to think about.

    Marjan

  • 18 years ago

    by chicago

    My poems are not to be made clear you would have to read them over and over once more to understahd me.
    lol love you all
    keep reading my poems and
    I would keep them coming.

  • 18 years ago

    by italiana

    Like I said before, your poems are great. I agree that breaks might help a bit with the flow. Some things aren't too clear, but you are great!