People say that my dad was a good man, but the thing is if he was a good man then why did he leave a 11 year old to feed a family of 3 by himself.
The day I turned 12 I started working for my family because we had no dad.
I live for my mom, and sisters.
I would kill anyone who messed with them.
I have been growing up by the years.
I was 18 before I was 13.
so now I stand here, and I know who I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem