Young and Bold

I may be young but I’m bold.

When others are hot, I feel cold

because I’m different.

It’s been this way since I was nine years old.


At a young age I saw someone get stabbed and didn’t run.

While other kids wanted to play tag, I wanted a gun

because I saw people eat and couldn’t even find a crumb.

So while I sat there looking dumb, I chose to get me one.


My hunger is what drove me to all the trouble.

While some experience stress, my mom went through double

every time I stole anything, even though I looked so adorable.


I’ll never judge a book by its cover.

People are shady. That’s why I’m a fighter, not a lover.

Wanted a gun because the streets wanted to separate

me and my mother.


D. F.