Cemetery or Penitentiary as Home

How could his future ever be
bright when he was born far from
the light? Often suspended from school for disrespecting teachers
or getting into fights.

You see his mother worked the streets at night and she had just turned twenty three. Unsupervised he rode the subway at play both night and day creating a one kid danger zone.

Snatching purses and phones for fencing then fleeing and racing home. Eleven years old and already bad to the bone. Soon to reside in the cemetery or the penitentiary as home.

By
Abu Lateef
© 2022

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