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Ghetto Candy part 3What?Ghetto Candy part 3 by baterypower
How could this be?
Ghetto Candy is not at all what is seems
I do not feel like a man
I feel like a boy
A betrayed boy
A confused boy
An angry boy
Ghetto Candy was not sweet
nor was it salty nor was it spicy
Yet the ghetto people worship to this candy
I am dumbfounded
My taste was not mature enough for ghetto candy
Maybe It will taste better the more i consume
There is only one way to find out.............................
Ghetto candy part 2I slipped into the cracks in the nightGhetto candy part 2 by baterypower
Carefully maneuvering around the bright lights of the erie city
I have heard tales of a place
a magnificent place
where ghetto candy is in abundance.
The people who live there do not fear.
They risk their lives to supply and provide.
I want to be one of these men.
I want to be around ghetto candy
I want to fell its presence.
I want to share my ghetto candy.
I want to taste my ghetto candy.
They welcomed me with warms arms.
They were the most generous people i ever met.
They help spread the magnificence of ghetto candy to the public.
The man placed something in my palm
small and soft yet it was
Ghetto candy part 1Ghetto Candy.Ghetto candy part 1 by baterypower
I have heard its the best candy of all.
Once you eat it you will never fell the same again.
EVERYONE i know has tried it.
Even my own mother has tried it once.
I must try it.
I am tired of hearing the amazing tales of what this candy does.
I want to test it myself.
I want to indulge in it, I want to swallow it, I want to at least try it.
My mother shuns my from it.
She assumes i will not like it.
But I MUST TRY IT!
Just because she doesn't like it does not mean i won't like it.
I will steal it
I will grow
I will buy it
Once I try it, I will be cool
I will be a man
I will be complete
I need ghetto candy
If I grow up"I want to be a doctor."If I grow up by ploekje13
It had been a simple question that the nurse had asked me and I had replied with an equally simple answer.
One that would most definitely please her and hopefully would stop her from lingering on the subject.
She exchanged the almost empty sack of medicine next to my bed for a full one and smiled at me.
"Really? Now why is that?"
Another simple question and once again a million thoughts ran through my head.
"I want to make children like me better."
Her friendly smile turned into one of sympathy a she gave me a small pat on the shoulder and left the room.
I did it.
I had told her exactly what she wanted to hear.
I looked around the room to see two other kids, a boy and a girl.
The boy was sound asleep and the girl was quietly sobbing underneath the privacy of her blanket.
She must believe that no one can hear her.
I knew because I had been there, too.
There were another three beds in the grim room that the nurses had desperately tried to cheer up by ha