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NOTE:  2013 03 02  21H47 EST  Les jeunes itinérants -




Les jeunes itinérants

 

- for Duck (RIP), J-P, Yannico, Space, Amy, l'Indien, Skunk, Bouba, Marika, Paul, Keith, Jason, Pinch, Jewls, Marisol (RIP), Roberts, Eddie, Kip, Val (RIP), Stef, Lion, Chris, Louis, Seb, Mel (RIP), Jippy, Vince, Punk Brian, Brian, Bernie, Steven, Stéphane (RIP), Steve (RIP), Michael (RIP), Capitaine, Godd, Froot Loops, Death (RIP), Bennie, Danye, Cat, Gabby, Frédérique, Mike, and every nameless friend... 

 

It's from a different time

in a place most don't

ever come across, with

all the experiences that

entails for those who do.

 

Youths spent on survival,

learning to skirt the dangers

of the night, and rummaging

to satisfy their basic needs of eating,

finding warmth, and being pain-free.

 

That's a kind of training which

isn't easy to let go as a start,

and makes you see the world

with a much different eye.

Even if some succeed to get

 

out, it'll forever stay with them.

It's impossible to unsee the seen,

undo the done, unburden the secrets

because it's all etched in memory

as unforgettable parts of who they are.

 

Shaped by the treatments encountered

in a society that prefers to attack the

symptom instead of hitting the source

cause of the problem, even when it

concerns kids roaming its city streets.

 

Shaped by the exploitative adults

encountered and the crimes they inflicted.

Also by the disturbed souls who for all

kinds of reasons ended up down there

and became predatory in their plight.

 

It was no place for young ones to be,

some paid for it all with their life...

the hardships having taken their toll.

Unwanted and discarded, left to fend for

themselves, what no one cared to know.

 

The shame overwhelms on so many levels.

 





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Written on 2013-03-03 at 06:15

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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
This makes me feel so very sad, because there is so much truth in these lines. It's chilling to see the way society pushes these youths under the rug, lets them fall through the cracks. Your voice comes through authentic, loud and clear. Excellently written, and so very heartbreaking.... 2013-03-18



j'ai pas tout compris mais c'est très beau

alberto
2013-03-12


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
This says so very much and is expressed with such quiet dignity.

"The shame overwhelms on so many levels." A final line that sums up so poignantly societies ability to evade the harshness of what can be clearly observed.

Surely it is a choice and surely it is someone else's problem. A collective anesthetic to numb the affront to sensibility. And if these misguided justifications are found wanting. Then best just sweep all aside into the shadows that creep through the concrete grey. For they can not be allowed to be seen, for to do so would assault the myth of the day.

A heartfelt piece beautifully written from the heart of a beautiful soul.

PS: I also fully concur with Jim. It is not by will alone but by circumstance, gifted advantage and luck that affords the opportunity of escape into the comfort of normality.
2013-03-05



I would add these names: Johnny, Debbie, Robert, Albert, Harold, Virginia . . . it's a long list.

This hit very close to home. Beautifully written. And, though it may be a cliche, there but for the grace of God, go I (and social strata, financial circumstance, education, ability, mental health, luck).
2013-03-03


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This sounds genuine, lived. Because of that, it's powerful.
2013-03-03