C.R.C., by Keith Bond Jr.

Sorrow in the flames of a infant mind .
Chain to the womb of a gifted lie .
Mistaken by the loved of false pride.
Knowing your creation was a gimmick to time.
As they lay entwined
lustful passion marked the sheets.
Unknown to the trouble that’s set upon me.
Trying to catch up to the day I’m release.
Stressful smile kiss my cheeks.
Alone we lay as YU watch me sleep.
In prison my father never doubted me .
Even doe his presence never captured me.
In a back pack I laugh, cry ,and sleep.
Unaware to the struggle of my defeat.
Your tears match mine along ,with a shy smile.
A child raising a child.

Keith Bond Jr
DOC #537-103

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