I look into those BIG brown eyes
writings of my father run throughout his face
ability to hate a strand in his DNA
seems impossible for a precious boy
to h i n d er from the innocence inside of him
Those BIG brown eyes have seen
more than me
He watches her S TRA IN
the fists uncontained
an everyday routine
its unavoidable
I cannot blame myself
I HAVE THE CHOICE
the CHOICE to stay away
I was too young
to take him away
so im forced to sit back and watch
his innocence fade
there is nothing to do
but to pray a n t i c i p a t i n g
for the future
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