Every kid may go through it..., and mum and dad may tell them to do this and that; but they themselves were in the same shoes as their kid then; they were lost as what to do. Sometimes they take the issue on themselves or subvert themselves to it. Me? I was raised in the streets so I had my way, and it did not mean an exchange of fists; its called survival instinct. You do not react to a reaction; you create another reaction for them to reason out their action. I guess I won some battles.
So kids, fear not.
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/19627880/Male%20Tales%201.052.pdf
Till then, you can still my name etched on the bed side at Bed 5 Floor 3 Casualty Ward unless they re-varnish it..
Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
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