Is It Poetry
Harvested To Soon - Part One - Poem by Is It Poetry
My education began at six, where by when my Mother.
Sent me to lake magdalene.
A detention center for Boy's and girl's.
Here where some stayed till twenty one.
Where I witnessed numerous rectelectomies.
I wondered about how girls felt tommorrow then.
Oh I forgot I wondered inside a vacant house.
While my mother visited a cheating friend as my father.
Life passed as one year after another,
until I was sent to the psyc ward at Tampa General.
Where my psychiatric doctor ate most of us up.
Boy's and girl's his tastes were as he tasted.
I like Michael Jackson had just turned twelve.
Then came Camp E Howkee,
where some of the councelors came just to eat boy's up.
Eating our seed.
I was still twelve but no virgin and knew no girl.
I had no comprehensive knowledge as to why I came.
The bullies at school just were because.
I was different than them as cause for brains.
Most did not have, most teachers were nice to me.
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