"How to Go from Lost to Finding Yourself" by Isaiah Brown

You start at seven; you’re a bad kid with black hair and small brown eyes. You never behave well; you curse, talk back, and hate authority. You never knew what justice was and you start breaking into homes. Your mom never will understand why you steal. She tells you that the law was being too easy on you because you have been caught three times and that the law will catch up to you.
When you are ten, the law will be a book of restrictions that could control your life and then the law will show you what happens when you constantly break it; you are out in juvy. You never cry, but you will almost plead to be set free.
When you are fifteen, the law will be a close friend that will stay on your back; you will go to juvy again for breaking and entering. Your mom will say good riddance, but you don’t care. She will come back.
When you are seventeen, you are let out of juvy, a paranoid teen who doesn’t trust anyone and who steals every day before dinner. Your mom catches you stealing, and she can’t face you; she is fed up with your lifestyle.
When you are eighteen, the law is a dozen parole officers that all smell of burnt coffee and they do not care about you, much less respect you. You are finally tired of disappointing your mom so you get a job, and your mom will say she was glad you are done stealing.
After that your mom passes away from a heart attack. By that time you are twenty-nine and to honor your mother you accept the law and you will realize you doing that will make you a better man.