The Art Of Storytelling {A Poetic Short Story}

A young man's birthday turns into a surprise for all.

Facedown on the carpet I just knew that I would die,
the red obscures my vision as the blood drips in my eye,
I never saw it coming; how the f**k could I have slipped?
But let me back it up a bit and tell you bout my trip.

My mother was the type who gave me food but fed me lies,
the woman gave me life October 5th of '85,
while growing up I always knew that something was amiss,
my 16th birthday's when I found out true lies do exist.

October 2K1 my goodness; it was such a time,
I lived my life the "seat of pants" way; out there runnin wild,
my birthday gift from Uncle Sal which I was blown away,
a nickel plated 22 he called a "throwaway".

Mom Dukes was straight addicted to a litany of drugs,
my father died absorbing quite a litany of slugs,
I thirsted for the streets and no amount of love could quench,
to now possess a firearm, it all now seemed a cinch.

I had my peoples over to the crib to celebrate,
my little cuzzo Pop and plus the homies Rell and Nate,
we had the PS2 because that Madden game was heat,
you know how things occur sometimes when you expect it least?

It seems that day my mother really snorted up some blow,
she had assorted stains of snow that showed around her nose,
when Moms got high the sky could fall and she just wouldn't know,
she also had a case of loose a*s lips because of coke.

Now everyone was chillin; plenty happy times for all,
then Moms approached my Uncle Sal; the rising of my fall,
she then just spoke out loud enough for everyone to hear,
"Why don't you claim your son right now while EVERYBODY'S here?!"

The music stopped and pins just dropped, I'm thinkin what the F,
now cheery Sal with teary smile embraced me to his chest,
"I'm sorry it was done this way but yes there's sumthin true,
I have 2 sons see Pop is 1, the other ONE is you"….

I fainted, dropped my brew, now what the f**k am I gon do?

To Be Continued

©2011
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

In 2011 I was attempting to write an urban fiction novel called 'Street Justice'. I didn't like where the story was going so I scrapped it and changed it to this. There are 3 parts to this story and I have to say, I enjoyed writing it. The language s very coarse, but remember the story's setting is inner city Newark, NJ. I hope you enjoy it.