Why do some boy’s minds gotta die young? 

 

They want to show you, 

show you, show you,

that life has never been

so crazy, crazy, crazy,

don’t you know they

just want to

give you, give you,

give you a piece of

their prescious minds,

let you stare into

the echo of their worlds

they are

tugging text  messages

through to your

wandering ears 

and leaving them

littering the path to the

door of your thoughts

they have sought your attention.

 

                         Open

 

  They want to show you, 

   show you, show you that their  

   blind faith in immortality

keeps them from flying into

  the sun, 

  see their wings have

  already been singed by the starry

  eyed stares of evil,

    tinged with the bravado of no regret,

    their fragile egos wasted, 

   cause they thought all they had to do 

was dream

the bigger the better,

don?t you know

they want to show you, show you,

       show you  that dreaming isn?t

all it?s cracked up to be.

They gotta  show, show, show,

           see this sun isn?t all

          it?s cracked up to be

            we be craving the

           burn, burn, burn. 

Don?t you know, know, know? 

                  

Linda Joy Burke

For a Teacher  Friend, Working with boys in The Juvenile Justice System

 

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