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I’m thirty years old, living in Albany

It’s September 1st, 2015

I’m reflecting on all of my memories

And the painful childhood I’d lived

My mother had suffered from insanity

Been in foster care three times

That’s how it goes

When your family doesn’t care and they aren’t there

When a child had needed them most

My sister and I were placed with families

Strangers that we had never known

The abuse I went through she never knew

These words to her I never told

One of my foster brothers had raped me

In exchange for a toy as a child

I sucked on his dick Thank god it was quick

And I never saw Louie again

Social Services took me to see my mom

In an asylum that year when I was ten

I cried in dismay cause I wanted to stay 

Out of love for the mother I knew

The second family I had had a foster dad

He beat me a few times with a cane

But I lived through the pain and the emotional strain

Of everything he ever did

With the third family I tried to commit suicide

By hanging myself with a rope

But the fan didn’t hold at least that’s what I was told

By the therapist I spoke to that night

Epilepsy, bipolar, depression

My life has been riddled with disease

I continue to fight and to overcome

The horrors that these eyes have seen

Is my existence eternity

Will there be more when I go

From a boy to a man then decay into sand

And the human race turns into stone

I look at the words on my computer screen

Reading them back in my head

And I can’t help but scream realizing life is a dream

Now I know that I’ve always been dead

Is there an answer to the question

Will we find out in the end

Will we speak to god even though we are flawed

Or will we never ascend