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YOUNG BOY'S CHOICE Days of confusion, standing outside the group, hearing gang-bang jargon, making it my truth. Nights of solitude, aching to belong, listening to the wild beat of a hip-hop song. Mornings of disquite, cynical and rude, hostile to my family, surly attitude. Biking fast to school, thinking of the fact, if I join the gang today there is no turning back. Teacher in the classroom, trying to make a point; I'm not listening to that jive, wish I had a joint. School is finally over; I have made my choice, I'm heading for the hang-out to become one of the boys. Now that I have joined up, hi-fives all around; "lets go bust a head or two, tear up this frigging town." Standing in the alley, shooting up my vein; rival gangs are firing, bullets fall like rain. A gaping hole is in my chest, blood is gushing out; "run the cops are coming," I heard a home-boy shout. The gang ran off and left me, I began to cry; "please come back and help me, I'm much to young to die." A misty haze enveloped me, sealing my young fate, I wish I'd made a different choice, but now its much too late. |
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