The boy on the corner
Is a stalking kind . . .
His father preys on fleshy,
Widowed women, and eats
Their hopes and dreams
For breakfast.
The boy, the apple now
Mimicking the tree, decides
To rob the schoolgirls of
Their flesh.
His kills are fresh,
They won’t be missed.
He observed their
Actions–comings and goings,
Little lives lost to a
Haunted heart.
No one questions him
About the items he steals
From each girl–his newfound
Possessions, memorabilia to
Be pedestaled for centuries to
Come.
A sordid life,
His legacy.
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A Cornered Gurl 
legacy.. hmmm. The sins of the father. The cycle perpetuates continually until someone makes the choice to break it. I have been thinking a lot about my legacy lately. Great piece, Tre. 🙏
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Thank you kindly. And you’re absolutely correct; someone has to make the choice to break the cycle.
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The struggle is real in every community, and household. 🙏
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Very much so. Unfortunately.
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That’s pretty much how it happens, too…apples and trees…apples and trees.
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Unfortunately. 🥺🥺🥺
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Sordid, but I was particularly struck by the description of a “haunted heart”.
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His heart is haunted by the evil men before him. 🙏🏾💙 There’s a long line of his kind–the cycle doesn’t end with him.
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Art imitates life. It’s among us.
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True. *Sighs* Very true, indeed, unfortunately.
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A very sorry, sordid story indeed.
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Indeed. Thank you for reading, Shweta!
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