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Society bothers me- But the streets have fathered me,

Growing up in poverty- When no one would acknowledge me.

I used to walk with my head down- Still I knew where I was going,

I was always the smallest- Still I knew that I was growing.

My mental capacity- Exceeds the limits of most youths,

I felt the world was after me- So I took unknown routes.

But never forgetting my roots- And the hardships I survived,

I've seen my mother and father addicted- As drugs encompassed their lives.

I've heard teachers tell me lies- And wholeheartedly give up hope,

My whole life I've had to rise- So I've been climbing up this slope.

I've walked the streets alone- And seen more dirt than I like to remember,

There's been times when I had no home- Sleeping in a car in late December.

Slowly I've become a member- Of the desolated youth of the streets,

Started living in my own world- Got tired of dealing with deceit.

At 5 we moved into a place- Where everyday since I've had to fight,

Suddenly getting judged by race- Forced to struggle cuz my skin was light.

Right- It's hard for you to believe- Impossible for you to conceive,

Harsh times plus emotional crimes- The past 19 years I've had to grieve.

Happiness has been a tease- It's hard to be a kid and struggle,

Going to school with tears in eyes- It's hard when you feel no one loves you.

My eyes have become empty- And my heart has become cold,

Everyday death becomes more tempting- And everyday the devil tempts me to sell my soul.

And I know that I shouldn't- But carrying on has become so hard,

This is my life, my times- My mind has become so scarred.

It's impossible for me to be happy- But everyday I pretend to,

Memories flash, reminding me of the past- My life is...

To be continued.



(c)Tha Poet