HOME BOY BY MTJ

Once there was a girl in her early teens, lonely and hungry for a chance to be noticed. She was never really liked by her peers in her high school class. They were always picking on her and calling her names because she was different and never really fitted in. Surrounded by peer-pressure and a constant voice telling her that she will never amount to anything. At times, as much as she tried to deny, great hurt and pain that came from a place core deep unknown to her was felt almost everyday...

Will no one help her??

To fill her loneliness during recess, she would sit at a silent corner making up magical stories in her little head of adventures, mystic legends and song. Looking over at her classmates laughing with endless gossip, she tried to convince herself that this for now is enough. Til eventually it became a part of her, living and breathing. Embedded forever in her soul... She knew by then she only had herself to rely on for confidence and praise.

One day in her classroom during an absent teacher's subject, as her peers grouped together into empty talk mode, she sat alone at her corner. She gravely took to the comforts of a humble paper and pen to express her feelings in ways of art, story and poetry. All of which gave her a feeling of accomplishment with every finished work... Helping her to survive and be strong each day...

That High School girl was ME...

I would love to share with you, although amateurish, a poetry I wrote in my lonely high school days when I was 14years old... This one is called HOME BOY...

Harsh pointing fingers showed
A boy screaming saying "No!"
He took the life of a girl I was told
And cast away from here, HOME...

I could not keep my silence anymore
As I knew this brave boy
Once called friend maybe foe
Who was dragged away from here, HOME...

I crawled up to tell his family
That no one had seen it but me
That brutal murder in the valley
And that poor girl who lost her virginity

They would not believe me
Neither did my own family
I pleaded to save this boy from death so wrong
And uttered the words "Boy, Hold On!"

I knew he was innocent
And prayed when time came
His justice would be met
And when he was no longer seen as a threat

In court a morbid vision
Of a crying boy who knew all too little
He wished that it was all fiction
His body so weak and brittle

When the jury came in
I heard a hard tone
My eyes looked up as I made a wish within
Today, "Boy, return to the place you call HOME."

By MTJ

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MTJ