Never smoked paper and all that crap
Never went to parties and got into traps
Never joined the choir even though he could sing
Never told a lie to his mother and couldn't pick pin
He was called innocent but had dirty thoughts
He was called naive but knew all the big words
He was called weak just because his parents told him not to fight
He was called a bad word just because he said something outright
Couldn't look at himself in the mirror and find a fault
Couldn't walk and wonder if he's doing it wrong
Their eyes endlessly staring at him
His mind innocently messing with him
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Points in Time
PoetrySnapshots of life's journey A collection of moments that define us. Points in Time is my poetic exploration of love, loss, hope, growth, resilience and self-discovery
