Man up.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a tiny auto bio on the teen known as Christian

Submitted: September 11, 2013

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Submitted: September 11, 2013

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A life is squeezed into existance out of the crimson.

A bastard by technical definitions, a smiling twelve pounder bundle of white.

A mother exhuasted holds her son close, with a whisper she seals his name, Christian.

Years past and a new man steps into his life, filling him with spite.

A decade passes and the boy tans into his african/native american skin.

Forced to become a man quicker than any ten year old should.

Stiff upper lip, stop f&ucking crying, be one of the strong african men.

A boy looking for just that piece of approval, just like any child would.

So his mouth is flat, the joy forced out of his heart.

The touch, the eyes all cold.

He closes in on himself, learing the ways how to be smart.

Not exposing the inside, the pain, the mold.

Years past and the boy enters manhood.

His "father" looks at him horrified.

"I haven't seen you smile in awhile...I have watched the hate consume you like firewood."

The boys hatred intensified.

All for that one okay.

All for that you got it right son.

Now you tell me its not the right way.

All the friends, love, happiness, he shuns.

And he is told to go back to gentler ways?

His mind is frayed. 

His heart a macrabe with no strings.

He tries to let it go, wishing he could go back and trade.

Sticking to what he knew was true instead of other ways.

 

 


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