Treasure Island

vincent armone

(1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

13 Again (True Story)


Standing in the school yard
listening for the early morning bell
hoping it what not ring
sending me to other day of hell

Bounce comes a ball
and I bend to pick it up
thats when this kid fucked me all up

Kicked me in the nose
with his steel tip boot
blood was every were
kids thought it was a hoot

Walking in the hallway
blood on my hands
no one would help me
they just did not care

Sitting in the nurses office
a tissue with out ice
in walks a teacher
I thought was nice

The look of horror that came across her face
when she looked at me, and called me a disgrace
took out her wad of gum that was all a chewed
placed on my head and said here
this is for you

Sent packing, home to nurse my wounds
went from hospital to barber
to remove the saliva filled goo

Laying in my bed eyes black and blue
hair missing, life was hard, I now really knew
turning on my belly I just had to do
put my face in the pillow
kill myself its what I should do

Tears rolling down my cheeks
I could not let my self die
going to show those basterds
that the brave will survive

Walking to school the very next day
knew that they did not beat me
I live other day

13 again these were hard times
but they made me who I am
a better man for all time

Submitted: Thursday, April 05, 2007
Edited: Thursday, February 10, 2011
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