At seven, or was it eight
Wet
Ashamed
And humiliated
With no power
No sense of control
Having first thoughts of things
Most awful, with angel lust
Wet
Ashamed
And humiliated
With no future
A life on parole
Making that tearful vow
If at sixteen or twenty
Wet
Ashamed
And humiliated
With no longings
A drop takes the soul
How sad to be that boy
Lee Harris
April 30, 2011
(Revised May 1, 2011)
(Revised May 1, 2011)
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