Inspired by a conversation that I had yesterday with three young boys in a Juvenile Detention center.
In the streets he was embraced
By the wolves
Acceptance was all he sought
Family was never there
So the" brothers" became his family
And, here with them
His naive mind was made to feel like
One of the boys
Until the hour of truth
Emerged
And he realized amidst
False friends
False brotherhood
under the false pretense of protection
And acceptance
There are only two homes
The graveyard
Or the cubic cells
And, in both homes
You enter alone
And above all you face the consequences
ALONE!
Halima Ahmed
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