This is a personal side of my heart that needs to be shared with my peers. May I introduce you to Antwan and all his personalities.
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And Then There Was Antwan
And then there was Antwan, as big as a minute
With a heart of gold and a smile that couldn't
Expose all the pain and suffering within
This frail, tiny body, a package that'd been
Abused since birth, his mind twisted and mixed...
All up in confusion with a a memory fixed
Upon love he was missing with characters inside
A smile his reward...but behind it he'd hide
His emotions a puzzle and confusion the norm
For God's child of misery that sheltered this storm
Locked inside for life with no hope in sight...
His brain to be twisted, his future a plight
Caught up in paperwork that was stacked up to there
This soul of an angel with his grin that masked fear
Of his personalities, so much here to use
Each with a purpose that kept him confused
An "X" placed upon him, at birth, was his due...
He was born with an innocence faithful...so true
He left us at seven, his void is felt here
Wrapped up with his image, his love ever dear
For my heart and others he touched with his smile
His 'friends' were his 'family' he kept them in style
With this secret inside...their protection his gift...
For Antwan, their master, his conscious to shift
From perplexity of lifestyles in defense of his love
Till the time he departed with the angels above
They took Antwan singing, all wrapped in a smile
This little one so special...his memory filed
Away deep inside and forever kept warm...
My thoughts provoke tears as his memory forms
And the plight of all others that walk in his shoes
He left here a hope that for others abused
There's a future of promise...a road with no forks
On the highway of red ink and all paperwork
From city to state and from there to the Senate...
In memory of Antwan, as big as a minute.
a heart-breaker Susan. God help the little children, give us the strength to protect them from things such as this. Very moving write
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on February 19, 2003
Sad that old X is put on many a child.
Sad about Antwan, if we could turn the abuse
around we would, but in many cases we are of no help. Other than to never abuse our own childern.
You have the way with words.
Susan one day the entire world will answer for what we have failed to do, not just what we have done! Very compassionate and painful piece...beautifully written
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Sad about Antwan, if we could turn the abuse
around we would, but in many cases we are of no help. Other than to never abuse our own childern.
You have the way with words.
Sandie Angel :o)