Joy Lovelet Crawford

(December 8th 1963 / Montego Bay, St. James, Jamaica. W.I)

Change


He grows up to be passive and yet very sensual
That boy who had no friends
That boy who was as still as nature in its calm …
He grows up to be intelligent and powerful
That boy who was the last rung of the ladder
That boy who lost every fight
HE HAD CHANGED
The change in him was inevitable, there was no escape
He was a child incomplete and immature
Then change came and moulded a new being
HE IS A NEW MAN
Now he’s a man and needs to change
What will he be?
He’s changed yet incomplete

Submitted: Wednesday, November 05, 2008
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