I feel like this one might need some explanation. I had decided to try my hand at literary prose. Problem is, I don’t know how to write that. I looked it up, and everything kinda sounded like a poetry slam, but without the rhyming. It seemed that a message was most important thing, second character, third plot.
So, here it is. Turns out, I couldn’t get the rhythm without the rhyme. So my story is basically a long poem. Enjoy!
When I was a child, I wanted to run and play, explore my world and seize every day. But my mother worried about me out on the streets. She had concerns of where I would go, or who I would meet. Stranger danger, drugs, abductions, no one was to be trusted. Anything could happen out in the world, the news said, and my mother adjusted.
But she worked long nights and on me, couldn’t keep her eye. I understood that she was doing what she needed for us to get by. But still, I was restless, I needed some friends. Other kids played outside, I wasn’t fitting in.
I started looking for comfort, something to ease my mind. I found that distractions were easy to find. Television was my first lover, my original BFF. Continue reading