"WOULD YOU WEAR MY EYES"
by: Wayne T. Richardson

The skin on my bones was said to be a sign of degradation I even thoughts I saw it when I looked in the mirror as a child.

I've seen roaches in the tenement kitchen, followed by the chaotic running of mice from the corner in the night.

I've opened the refrigerator and saw roaches, a half bottle of ketchup, stale salad from yester-year and butter smiling like something else.

I've seen the inside of Juvenile Hall dorms, county jails, state prisons, and prisons within prisons adequately dubbed holes. I've seen black in the daytime, and light at night because of it.

I've seen slashed jugular veins, bodies hanging, sheet covered men, and ghost of the dead, who still run across my minds prison yard with knives sticking out of their sides.... Hollering and screaming for any one's assistance but no one else sees them....!!!

I see my own mind pulsate as it contemplates and strategically calculates the most devious acts of revenge. There are no apologetic gestures left to give.

I've seen my own hand desperately thrusting a jagged edged into another, and I saw it, I saw and heard his painful cries!!!!!

I've seen a simple friendship prosper into something special, then fall. I saw her walk through this steel as if nothing could serve as a hindrance, then remove herself from my presence.

I've seen the deaths of aunts, cousins, uncles, and close family and friends, like rose hearns. I've seen the deaths of BG LUNCH TE BLACC B JAY WOOD and many others who got caught up in the twisted monopoly of life.

I've seen just about every F---- dirty deed concocted by sick demented minds.... This has affected me and I'm just about depleted....

So to you I give my eyes
Would you dare wear my eyes,
Would you dare wear my eyes?

Meet Author Wayne T. Richardson