Little Boy Blue

by Deana   Mar 7, 2009


Little boy blue
with sagging jeans
Your eyes tell the story
of the violence you've seen

Out on the corner
death at your door
outgrown your childhood
no time to explore

mother is waiting
needs money from you
to feed her habit
what else can you do

A lifetime lived
by the age of sixteen
programmed your heart
to take what you need

Dreams of stardom
for a talented few
The streets are your future
Little boy blue

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  • 15 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    Surely this was inspired from the harsh reality you see at work. Nice rhythm and rhyme in this sad little piece.

  • 15 years ago

    by Faithless

    I like how you infuse the boy's story in the poem. It can feel dysfuctional background that he came from, having a mother whose an addict feeding on the money which he earns from the streets.I'm sure there are lots of kids out there with the same kind of parents...though it's sad that this kind of things happen in reality we can only hope that they turned out well.I really enjoyed this poem and flow juz slips off right from the tongue smoothly. Keep it up

    Excellent Job
    5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    I like how this goes straight to the point, delivering powerful message in realistic tone. Sad, so heartfelt piece. There are too many teens with 'the street' as their future.

    The repetition of the first line at the end added great effect to the poem.

    Great write.

  • 15 years ago

    by Daisy if you do

    I am so glad you finally posted this one. I love it. You have such an awesome talent for being able to see exactly what these poor youth go through. I know you work very closely in the field and its your hard work and dedication to these young people that can turn their lives around. Great work on this and I would expect nothing less.

    Take Care,
    Kay

  • 15 years ago

    by Twisted Heart

    Deanna,

    Wonderful read, dear friend. How true those words are. It really saddens me.

    "Your eyes tell the story
    of the violence you've seen"

    This is the saddest part yet. There is no escaping it at all. If not in the streets, in the news, in the books they read, even in the music they listen to. A truly sad world we live in today. You have taken a very simplistic form and wove such depth into every line.

    Awesome job here as usual.

    Always,
    Jeannie

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