I am that dog, amongst the dogs
I am that dog, amongst the dogs
I walk all alone.
Day and night.
A twelve year old boy without a home.
Tossed like grenades it explodes my life a long time ago.
I'm alone.
Whose only friend is the body quarrels, that acidic bloody taste in my mouth just another night I did not eat. That feel of mountains on my back exists. Another day now past, shackled like slaves, mastered by pain, the sores dance in my mouth to the taste of my bloody feet. It seems.
Long day.
I'm out of breath. I speak, but you turn me away, saying no change, I need change, and now my only change is body weight.
Licking the sweat off my skin just to feel like a meal, since no one cared.
No one craved the taste of my pain. Just salted with flakes of shame and left like my mans did. Raised a man he'd say.
"Man up."
That whisper in that cold breeze throughout the night, voiced by my own shadow that's now left me because it's night, like those friends that leave you in the blackness when it's dark.
Now that my life is dark.
Raised from the dirt my mans left and now my mans cage, life, became my struggle at a young age.
Raped, shunned, every sin upon me, is seen as just my coverage.
I'm alone.
Whose only friend is the body quarrels, that acidic bloody taste in my mouth just another night I did not eat. That feel of mountains on my back exists. Another day now past, shackled like slaves, mastered by pain, the sores dance in my mouth to the taste of my bloody feet. It seems.
Long day.
I'm out of breath. I speak, but you turn me away, saying no change, I need change, and now my only change is body weight.
Licking the sweat off my skin just to feel like a meal, since no one cared.
No one craved the taste of my pain. Just salted with flakes of shame and left like my mans did. Raised a man he'd say.
"Man up."
That whisper in that cold breeze throughout the night, voiced by my own shadow that's now left me because it's night, like those friends that leave you in the blackness when it's dark.
Now that my life is dark.
Raised from the dirt my mans left and now my mans cage, life, became my struggle at a young age.
Raped, shunned, every sin upon me, is seen as just my coverage.
"Bad coverage, long day,"
You'd say in your warm beds.
Instead to me this is just another day.
Dated January 17, 2017 the day my mum died.
And so orphan they'd call me as well as homeless seen to them as poor and soulless.
Without heart.
Useless.
Coward.
A bastard born of drugs, so just another kid on drugs.
I am the dog amongst the dogs,
in the trash, that fights, harsh. But I lay with them at night.
Cold and alone, but with my dogs. Whose warmth is a reminder of when my mom would hold my dreams in her hands.
She's gone. She should be here but she's gone.
Those wolves they call AIDS came in packs biting her weakness.
They took away my mum, she lay flat.
My mum that rode the pipes when she could have taken the steps, they called her slut. And her chivalrous reward was death. Now I'm here,
Alone.
Selling this tale to no one cares. The AIDS spread twelve years burned, beaten, my blood spelt,
and no one cares.
I am alone.
Alone.
Selling this tale to no one cares. The AIDS spread twelve years burned, beaten, my blood spelt,
and no one cares.
I am alone.
26/08/17✅
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