I am a boy in a man’s body. You could almost say a man in disguise. Like one of them deep sea fish that look like a pile of crap. Not that I look like that. Might act and feel like that. On the contrary I look quite distinguished, the gentleman.
Looks could be deceiving and in my case they definitely are. Coz the kid, that little boy, always manifests. Fear, glee, childish pranks are just some of the manifestations. However there is a darker side. A side that makes the man be dealt with in an adult manner (hideously horrible, conniving and cunningly calculating).
Hence I sit here in HMP Brixton education class constructing sentences, paragraphs, just to get outta me cell & get £s. That child resurging once again.
by Taz
Filed under: Poetry
