There are things that are wrong,
That's what his body knew,
Without his family to tell him so,
His mind hid it, in lieu,
Pushed him instead to the happy actions,
Hockey distracted pain,
But then even that was taken from him,
The prejudice of the whites was insane,
He was forced fight instead of playing,
His only freedom lost,
They told him that he had a chance at life,
But left out at what cost.
What would you do?
Numb the pain with drinking?
Try to escape from this world of abuse,
That called you names as it watched you sinking?