Thursday, May 22, 2014

Poem for Antwuan

Antwuan

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
His little lungs roar
sending squirrels darting for the trees
as if a forbidden monster
has just been released

His 8 year old feet
big for his age
stomp through the parks
with an imaginary warrior rage

he is a hunter
and these squirrels are his prey
theres an adventure brewing in his imagination
he is strong, smart and brave

Far wiser then his single digit age.

This boy could steal your heart
he used his body like a work of art
fighting, dancing, hugging his peers
angry, sometimes, from misunderstood fear

fear, the only thing to fear is fear itself
knowing this boy has brought me invaluable wealth
from this day onward i carry him in my heart
til the day i die, in his name i will create art.

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