The Boy Inside

Who has met the boy inside of me?

Wrapped in a suit of muscles

Face with beards sometimes trimed or shaven

Trapped in a maze of hustle

Seeking freedom to live like here is heaven

 

Who will cry for the boy inside of me?

He spends his days looking for a prize-

The woman he chooses to spend his life with.

Like precious jewel she’s fine in his eyes

Yet she nags him with words sometimes unkind

 

I met the boy inside of me

In front of the mirror I stood and We spoke.

I need a friend- He said.

To talk with,play with and be free to tell my fears

 

They look at the man

but can’t see the boy

Not because he’s trapped inside

But for the reason that

Only love looks at the man yet sees the boy

 

U.Umekwe



9 thoughts on “The Boy Inside” by Uzoma Umekwe (@uzomaumekwe)

  1. The boy inside is the genie in the bottle??!!

    1. @elovepoetry lol..I guess the boy inside is the genie in the bottle like u said that only comes out when the right words are said.. Thanks for reading.

  2. ‘I need a friend- He said.
    To talk with,play with and be freeto tell my fears’
    that’s the ultimate search we are all on.

    1. @jollyone You are right. Thanks for reading.

  3. Nice idea. I guess there’s always that boy inside us all.

    1. @jaywrite thanks for reading

  4. @uzomaumekwe, well said. There’s a child locked up in everyone that only love can set free.

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