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The Boy

January 31, 2010
By Anonymous

Secrets are hiding like a tattoo beneath my noble clothes
Pounding! Pounding! Pounding on my skin!
He reads nonchalantly, the man who raised me.
My noble clothes hide his lies and keep his secret.
Will it ever stop?
Will they ever be found?
He continues to pound!
With every move I take every breath I make.
Pounding! Pounding! Pounding on my skin!
Is this not a sin?
He reads to preach, but continues to pound!
Pounding! Pounding! Pounding on my skin!

The author's comments:
This poem was inspired by the painting Portrait of a Boy painted by-John Singer Sorgnet if you want to look up the painting to see if you can understand my inspiration.....

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