Look into his eyes.
Those chocolate irisis surrounded by a part of black licorice.
Dive into the black pool,
and penetrate through the invisible wall to see an amazing boy;
A beautiful colored boy,
sticking out like the only black pawn crowded
around by white pawns, knights, bishops, rooks, king, and queen in a checkered game.
What is he?
What is this miniature male capable to do?
Or destined to do?
Or forced to do?
Or "suggested" to do?
Is he a puppet on a string or the master of the puppet?
Through the brittle bones of decay,
Bold rocks bloom into muscle of steel,
formed by confidence, strength, courage and heart.
Little boy darts like lightening bolts,
striking through the puppetry chains.
He dives freely like a dolphin;
Swims.
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