The Wrong Vision

The Wrong Vision short poem

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I remember watching tv as a boy,
I wanted to be batman,
when I got older I did not play with toys
I wanted to be pacman,
selling drugs seem the only way out,
when you’re under the hills of the city,
it’s like our decision was guided for one route,
and that route sure looked pretty,
brand new cars, jewellery and cash,
prostitutes, hustlers, and pimps,
my eyes took pictures FLASH,
been caught up ever since..
Watching tv and now I am an adult,
I had spent twelve years in prison,
people say its my fault,
for making the wrong decisions….

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Shamala Chandran

It takes courage to talk about ones inner feelings and truths, great job!


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