beaten for being

they're calling it the teen beat.

he was a long-haired artist with a tattoo on his wrist. a shy man who always looked for beauty in spite of ugliness. quiet customs like sitting on the bus with his walkman, watching the scenery, imagining the world on fire. reviving the earth because anyone knows true art means rebirth. he'd scribble and study and forget about the pain of his childhood.

until it all came rushing back upon his scull with their fists and their bats. an angry mob of teens from the back of the bus too hard-up to notice his scars, to see his artwork to look into eyes of eternal youth. too hung up on something someone said or did which meant more than sparing a life.

there was nothing beautiful about that night.
but today the long-haired man is watching himself become art incarnate. Jesus has given him rebirth. and now he sits, quietly scribbling the earth below, his tears falling on those four forgiven teens.
http://edmsun.canoe.ca/News/Edmonton/2006/03/08/1477924-sun.html