Raymond Rivera

Do Not Hurt Angels

He couldn't have been
more than eleven years old.
As innocent as Adam
as fiesty as Eve.

Caught me smoking a cigarette
and proceeded to ask me
why I waste my time
with such filth.
Why I choose to poison my lungs.

Not wanting to deal with a child
I simply told him that I didn't care
and thought we'd go our
seperate ways.

Upon hearing my response
to his question
he glared at me as if I were a
mentally disturbed person.
As if I were sculpting
my own tomb.

Tells me,
'Not me, I'll never smoke.
I'm going to live forever.'

I just laughed
quietly to myself.

Cute kid.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 25, 2010
Poem Edited: Thursday, February 25, 2010

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Comments about Do Not Hurt Angels by Raymond Rivera

  • Brenda Arroyo (3/11/2010 2:21:00 PM)

    This made me smile. Children are just that way. Pure and innocently lovely. I like how you put it together.

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  • Mariah Burns (2/25/2010 12:38:00 PM)

    This Is Cute Great job

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