Dearest Mother,

 

Somewhere along the way I lost who I once was.

Homogenized-

Glued to the crowd as a

Statistic.  Dissapeared within a

Corporate

Graph.  Black and White.

Somewhere along the way I lost who I am.

Chastized

For my difference.

Slowly becoming

Indifferent to the

Gashes they gave my skin;

The dirt,

The grime, the

Tainted water.

Somewhere along the way I lost who I wanted to be.

Capsized

Ships carrying my

Corpse dreams.

Cash stashed in a

Hidden

Vault deep down in a

Dark,

Dark corner.

 

Sincerely,

Franklin- Your loving, paper-thin son