Across the lilac skies
The apartment door
There the boy lies
A little beaten and poor
A little broken nose
Nice big bruises
Ah! there he goes
His mind slowly cruising
Screams and yells from outside
His deaf ears blind to the noise
He closes his eyes
Have lucid dream of smiles
His head throbbed
From the hit to the skull
The time he was mobbed
His pockets null
Oh what a bad boy you’ve been
His voice spoke to him
Alone, beaten and little over ten
Weak and dim
Whimpers crawled from the door
His dream melted
He was nothing more
Then a little boy sweating
Outside was his mother crying
The boy felt like he was prying
He wrapped his arms around her
Hugging her near
“Have I been a bad boy mom?”
“I can change”
“I know dad is gone”
“But can he see our pain?”
Hamna Ijaz AL-G2
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