iesha wilborn Poems

Who will stand up for me?
Yet many tears flow,
but who will stand for me.
Now I dare not to speak
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I am suffering, father, mother where are you?
I lie here with pain to bare any shoes to care.
I walk barefooted all the time to fill the pain through my body not my soul, I have a roof aove my head but all it does is put a smile upside down to shame.
I welcomed my mother and father into my life, but somehow their never there.
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Why do living life has to be so hard?
Older people preech to us almost everyday saying life is what u make it
But, in my eye i'm living on top but somehow far beyond the bottom
Poorest to the poorest is richer than me.
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