A Little Boy's Fear Poem by Quincy Moses

Hold the door and sit with me
While I tell you my life's ordeal
How I made it this far
A little boy, grown with a shining star

Sit with me and hear my voice
Tales of my battles I sing based on your choice
Tarot cards couldn't read my future
Formed and fashioned, life's own butcher.

Hear my voice and say a word of prayer
Might be my end, I feel deaths left ear
Wrote my poems and spake my truth
I'm glad you read, a little boys fear.