The Player

March 20, 2011
By , arlington, TX
There he stands everyday, like a baseball player unable to play.
He watches them closely like a man on guard, or like a criminal trying to escape from prison bars.
They beat him and push him until he falls to the ground, Until he makes no more sound.
When will the madness stop, he wonders? When will the beatings cease, leaving me no longer to hunger?

For freedom, for love, for acceptance.
For friendship, for chances, for joy.





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