Razor is my man, loves me and calls me “son”. Speaks to me like a Father so I joined his gang “Blades in the Hood”, sooner than later.
My boy self was chained tight to papa, crying like a sissy every night, since he slammed the door shut, his face never again to see.
I lie… I see his face still… even at night curled up like a child.
I see his face in grown men
withering in pain,
crying out,
begging for mercy,
every time our knives and guns do their thing…
target their prey.
And I hear the laughing voice in my head
“pay back time!”. Feeling like superman,
chains unlocked and riding high…
But …but another voice like mama’s rings
louder “life is a lie, get help now!”
Life is a lie, I need help now!
©26-12-2018 DENyamekye