6 April 2012
*This is a story I've made up in poem form. It is relatively long so I appreciate anyone who reads it.*
Meet AJ. AJ grew up in the ghetto with no father. And when his mum died, things just got harder and harder. I know what your thinking - "oh...how original?" Then I suppose it won't surprise you that AJ was a criminal?
AJ was given 5 years, He was in possession of a knife. The judge had decided, That AJ was setting out to take a life. You've heard this all before right? Ghetto boy in prison? But that's his story seen only through tunnel vision.
See what no one knew about AJ, Is that he was a very sensitive boy. And that, in fact, this "thug" act was all a stupid coy. All the fights, Painful nights, The blurry lights. That was AJ's cover up. He wanted no one to know, how he truly cut him self up.
AJ never set out to take anyone's life, Apart from his very own. AJ had had enough, His hatred for life had fully grown. But what AJ had never intended, Was getting into a fight with the warden. The one he had constantly offended. That warden could take no more, so he used his power; Because his job...his life, Had ultimately turned a sweet man, sour.
AJ was about to end it, His misery, his strain. But what really happened, Will put anyone's heart to pain.
The warden had picked a fight, With completely the wrong man. As AJ had a knife, And he knew how to use it better than any other can.
AJ killed the warden, Without feeling at all bad. But what AJ didn't know, Is that he had killed his own dad.
That's the story of AJ, a typical 'ghetto' boy with no positives on his file. Thats the story of AJ, just Another Juvenile.
AJ's Story • Opuss № I