Words, illustrations, and thoughts from urban youth.
Friday, October 3, 2008
This Face by:D'miri Christiel
Many people say that i am a curse to my family, just because i was born with this terrible face. my name is Jason Basky, my family would kill me literally if i were to leave this house. I was born in Cansas City in a small town called willisburg, i was plaayful as a child and i always played with my friend from next door Micheal Dove he didnt care how i looked,one day when we were playing his parents came and took him away saying,"we dont want our child close to that thing!" i ran to tell my parents and they shunned me away, now its like im not apart of my family at all, they hate me! i stay alone in this house in this attic alone watching the outside world everyday.... Day of birth:(background):Well doctors theres nothing we can do his face wont change,alright lets rap it up, when i was born they were shocked how there healthy little boy looked the way he did, we i turn 8 years old my parents started treating me very weird they would say, "stay at home" or "you cant come with us"i thought it was because they didnt want me to get in trouble or hurt. i felt very cared for as a child i didnt see anything wrong, until a man came into our home dress in a long overcoat had taken me away, i was scared i cryed for my parents but they could care less, he took me to this place where they took my blood and made me do diffrent test, them the man took me back home and my parents forcefully took me to the attic where i have stayed for years i think im 17 now i feel so big for this space when i stand my head touches the top of the attic i have grown out of my clothes and every month my parnts bring me new clothes a towl and a bowl of water, they feed me everyday suprisingly. i have a small space where i look at and see many people, and how things have changed how my old friend micheal has grown the same as me, one random day i see him out my window and i look at him i feel a rush come over me, will he see me? he turns his head and looks up he gets a glance at me and looks suprised and runs inside his house he runs and has a piece of paper write on it, it says: wow how long have you been there?, i felt he was my way out of this prison out of this bubble that i been in for so many years, he disapears i hear footsteps coming up the stairs its the man with the long coat from years ago why is he here? where is micheal? am i not werth saving because of this face. TO BE CONTINUED......
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