his 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.
~*~SKdeV~*~
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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.
Susan
You deliver a very potent and poignant message here in the angelic shape of Antwan...
There comes a time when we must act against the horrors and injustices that are stacking up in this dying world !
This is one of them !
Your compassionate and caring heart beats strong in this heartfelt write
Peter
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 21, 2006
-A road with no forks-
Stomach churning write, so very sad. Yup written from a giant heart....
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 21, 2006
I don't see much hope for future Antwans at all, Susan. Sad as it may appear the truth of the matter is that America's courts, i.e., justice system do NOT care about the children of America. When those who treat children badly, whether it is pedophiles' or just mean parents, et al, they hardly ever get the punishment they deserve. I have written numerous poems on this subject. Judges are allowing men who have raped and otherwise molested children FOR YEARS no jail time, instead they put them under "house arrest." That kind of thinking is too obscene to imagine. I am of the opinion that if you have two convictions of child molestation you deserve to die. You touched a nerve here.
Susan - 'Throughout life, I end up judging a person by one quality, or factor; compassion! Often, I wonder if I make a great mistake in this, but then along comes something like your poem, and I know that I'm right. You express yours well, almost too well for I sit here wanting to know more about the little fellow who ilved... but never lived. This is gripping, and it won't turn loose of my inner self. Thank you. - bill
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You deliver a very potent and poignant message here in the angelic shape of Antwan...
There comes a time when we must act against the horrors and injustices that are stacking up in this dying world !
This is one of them !
Your compassionate and caring heart beats strong in this heartfelt write
Peter
Stomach churning write, so very sad. Yup written from a giant heart....
A powerfully poignant write; very effectively penned. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
My life has been made richer by meeting Antwan.
Felix
Love Tinka