| where i grew up children should be seen and not heard so the world stays silent to your screams blind eyes are turned to perfect parents with fucked up kids and are given pity and not alarm "don't inturrupt me when i'm speaking" and "this is our little secret" was the anthem of my youth days filled with yes ma'am and no sir hiding from stout legs underneath homemade tents Now I am in the Land of Adult And no matter how far I run, that little fro-haired child follows me I refer to my peers as ma'am and sir And patiently wait for my turn to speak I'm a database for secrets And I can wait hours for a redneck muthafuka to notice me and move the fuk outta my way But the legacy of my childhood is that I can disapear for days into unnamed holes and hide behind facades Convince everyone I'm okay and tell fantisful stories of my time away Those days spent in solitary confinement in and of themselves are my childhood legacy And in all honesty My life |
| CHILDHOOD LEGACY |
| This poem is an entwinning of several personalities i've known |