Disclaimer: All characters and incarnations of Power Rangers are owned
by Saban Entertainment. Nathan Morris and Shawn Stockman of Boyz II Men wrote
the Song KHALIL. I hope this version is a slight improvement over the first.
Feedback would be appreciated but please only constructive criticism. I'm new
at this and I don't need to be bad-mouthed. Thanks! :)
Khalil
by: Jose Luciano
Justin Stewart
boarded the bus. The children of the Little Angel's Haven were going to see
Adam, Rocky, and Tommy. They were three shelter volunteers practicing for a martial
arts tournament. They had made it to the finals and they were going to face
Stone Canyon for the championship and the $25,000 cash donation. It was of
vital importance that they win because the shelter was nearly bankrupt and
needs the prize money to stay open. He sat down next to Fred, one of the kids
he recognized and considered somewhat of a friend.
"What are you listening to
Fred?" inquired Justin after noticing that Fred was wearing a set of
earphones.
Fred took off the earphones and
asked, "What did you say Justin? I couldn't hear you."
"I said what are you listening
to?" Justin repeated.
"Boyz II Men. Want to
listen?" responded Fred.
"Sure! Thanks Fred."
Justin exclaimed.
"Your welcome." responded
Fred. Justin placed the earphones over his ears and listened to the interlude
KHALIL:
To ease the pain
of changing from Boyz to Men
No one to guide me
The words sung true
to young Justin. Ever since his mother's life was tragically cut short, it's
been like his was on a great long downward spiral. Since then his father closed
his karate dojo, left town, and placed him in this shelter. The kids were
friendly and the supervisors caring but they could never replace his parents.
No one could. He was all alone, forced to move on without the loving and
guidance of either of his parents. He was going through a time no child should
have to go through. It was the worst time of his young life.
I'm all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
In fact the shelter
felt cold and shallow. Almost like a bad dream at certain times. Nothing like
the warmth and love he felt when he was home. He used to talk to his parents
about everything and they understood how he felt, as good parents should. The
supervisors were compassionate enough but they had to help other children, so
their focus was never entirely on him. That made him feel even more isolated
because every time he felt ready to open up and express his feelings another
problem arose elsewhere which caused him to close up again.
To ease the pain
of changing from Boyz to Men
No one to guide me
There was however
one supervisor that acted like the big brother Justin never had and sometimes
never wanted. Rocky would always make time for Justin. They'd hang out and play
sports; they had even sparred together on occasion during the martial arts
classes Rocky taught. He really helped to distract Justin from the painful
memories he often kept to himself. Memories that he couldn't bare sharing with
others as it meant he would have to relive them, and that was something he
wasn't ready to do.
I'm all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
But Rocky was too
much of a jokester to adequately fill the void in Justin's heart. He wasn't
very helpful when things got emotional. Justin rarely talked about what
happened after his mother's death or even how she died. He kept in bottled
inside because he didn't trust anyone enough to let out his suppressed
feelings. Katherine was getting there. She had a knack for making people feel
better but for some reason she had to leave every time her watch made a funny
beep. He noticed the same for Rocky and thought is was strange but he didn't
really care to dwell on it. He didn't care about much as of late. Why should
he? No one really cared for him, so he didn't care for anyone else.
To ease the pain
of changing from Boyz to Men
Here we go again
Teary-eyed, Justin returned the earphones to Fred as Katherine began to lead the other shelter kids in a song. He wasn't really focused on that, however. Justin didn't feel like singing. He just hoped that one day he would find someone that would care for him. Not abandon him or treat him like an orphan. Most of all, he hoped that his father would return and they could once again become a close and loving family and get over his mom's death together. The way a good family ought to do.
Author's
note: This analysis of
Justin's psyche isn't necessarily true. It is something I pieced together with
some thought and inspiration from Turbo: A Power Ranger's Movie. I hope this
was as fun to read as it was to write. Thanks for your time and goodbye for
now. :)