Ruined At Birth

By A.G.

Ruined

    From the day I was born

                             To walk, running across the street

                        To the sound of my name being called

Almost got hit by the 96 bus

Ruined

     From the day I could talk

              Scared to ask questions

         Because I didn’t want to feel

    The belt against my butt

Ruined

    From the first day I cried

    But no one cared

So I wished I was dead

Ruined

               From this day on no longer weak

                      But strong, mature and ready

    To be a changed man and

                   Not that immature little boy

Born Ruined

3 Comments

  1. R. on June 28, 2012 at 11:54 PM

    Knowing where you came from can only help get you where you are going. A person’s past can’t define them forever.

  2. janecallahan on June 29, 2012 at 11:51 AM

    God speed my man … may every day be a WONDERFUL 1st day of the rest of your life!!

  3. kassidilenae on November 17, 2020 at 5:33 PM

    AG,

    Thank you for your vulnerability! I challenge you to consider yourself restored instead of ruined. We must all build on our past in hopes that the next generation will not be “ruined.” You are strong and capable to be the man you have always wanted to be. Keep writing; we hear you!

    KC

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