Runaway

The first time I ever thought about running away I was roughly six years old. I had watched the movie Pee Wee's Big Adventure, and seen the part where he's walking down the road carrying a pole over his shoulder. I took a pillowcase, but a few belongings in it, and tied it to the end of a golf club.

I started off down the stairs with no idea of where I was going. All I knew was that I didn't want to be where I was. At six years old I already knew that there was a whole world outside waiting for me.

I didn't belong in my house because I didn't fit in there. Within minutes my quest for freedom, my stepmother snatched me by the arm, and began spanking me. She was yelling at me and asking me what in the hell I thought I was doing and where I was going. I remember feeling the pit inside my stomach open up as it swallowed my soul; my childhood was over as quickly as it had begun.

Keeping People In Their Places

I am forgotten
by an unforgiving society
who falsely lables
innocent children as trouble makers
as a means of keeping people in their places

I am amazed
that I am even sitting here typing these words
as once upon a time all I could afford was to steal
extra napkins from fast food joints that charged the homeless twenty five cents
for a cup of free water
as a means of keeping people in their places

I am confused
about when it's my turn in the game
of life that once seemed to never end
but now is moving faster than I can dream of
one by one eliminating
those who just can't keep up
as a means of keeping people in their places

I am hurt by
all that have touched me
suppose it's from the brusies I endured in the womb
as he hit her
and she hit
the bottle then the pipe
it was a way for them to keep each other in their places


I am dumbfounded
at the lengths people will go to
to destroy the lives of one another
as a means of keeping them in their places

and I wonder
if I will ever find
a place to be kept in
rather than thrown away from?