Monday, February 03, 2014

One, just one, beautiful human.

Late teens.

Eyes full of chemicals.
“You remind me of my Mother” 
he said when we first met.
He hates his Mother.
Years of using and selling crack.
Court cases pending.
Getting respect was the challenge.
Not counter punching with the ‘put downs’ was the way.
Seeing through the smoke screen of nasty person-ness which is 
‘I am not able to be loved so don’t try.
Not easy to love.
Life of rejection.
Once, only once, has he asked my opinion.
No opinions offered otherwise, 
he is on the run from many imposed in his past.

A Beautiful Human