Long ago, in my 6th grade days, lockers, math class, time moves fast, T-Boz and Mary J.
Busy hallways introduced me to a boy wearing jeans, heavy boots and football jersey.
The principal said, “He disrupts the class.” It was me, at that moment, this boy looked right into my eyes.
It felt just like we had met before. His smile was divine, then behind him shut the door.
He was new but from an old school crew. Felt his state his mind, only 12, his anger still on the rise.
His voice was loud when he came around, until 1995, he was serving jail time.
I saw his swift and chivalrous ways, kind and sweet, his aroma had a nightmarish sway.
He could be in your sweetest dreams, or a scene in a thriller, Needful Things, by Mr. Stephen King.
I’ll never know why his love returned home. He heated my body so deeply, he got right down to my soul.
Love will change. Time will always win. Addiction in his life is why he couldn’t stay.
Years later, he sat down on my bed. He pulled me close to him and this is what he said-
I know about the stories you heard. It’s true, I’m hooked on Dope. It’s all I ever knew.
That’s my life, true word. Now, let me explain cause I’m here and I miss you.
You see, when you grow up like me, you’re involved with the kind of things you never thought you could or would ever be.
I can’t escape all the blood, tears and pain, or drama in my life, cause my father led a biker gang.
Last night, I crashed my car. Lied to the police about who I am, that’s just the start.
Now that brings me to The State. Mother fuckers don’t like me, trying to throw away the key, hold me down with their chains.
Prosecutor said I hit my girl. He said I strangled my ex-wife, but she took my kid, drinking alcohol-
at age 10 was just the beginning, always facing charges my whole damn life, that’s just who I fuckin’ am.
This is how I get mixed up with the violence. When I have a clear head, that’s when they go and disturb my silence.
So fuckin’ what? I wear this bandana, Slipknot shirts, loud music.
I’m not the devil wearing Prada.
Written By Lindsey Welch