Child Abuser Troy Tidwell leaving courthouse
Coming soon: The life of a “White House Boy” (EXCLUSIVE)
UPDATED 11/20/2009 16:35 EST
By Julian Michael Sapp, “White House Boy”
Blood, Sweat and Tears
So long ago, yet still so real,
So lost in time but I still feel,
A painful blow draws first blood,
An eerie sound, an awful thud.
Was that ten or twenty licks?
Will I die, can I be fixed?
It hurts so bad, what did I do?
My mind’s a blank, I beg of you.
Please don’t hit me anymore,
I can’t think of what it’s for.
I don’t know, am I to blame?
I thought it was just a game.
I taste the blood, salty brine,
Is that me I hear crying?
What about my sweaty brow?
I hold on, I don’t know how.
The tears run silent as I weep,
From my soul is where they seep.
I bite down hard, it smells so bad,
I feel the grief, the pain, the sad.
I sense the anguish and dismay,
Of those who strayed this awful way.
Their blood, tears, their sweat I see,
On the walls surrounding me.
I hear their cry, oh help me please,
I’m begging you, I’m on my knees.
We little boys, cried loud in pain,
But no one cared, nobody came.
Copyright (C) 2009 Orange Toilet News, Incorporated (EXCLUSIVE)