From the crackheads and Ghetto streets
To the rapidness of my heart beats
From parents always out
To no food in your house
From the days of long hunger
To the days making me stronger
From outside playing in the streets
To coming home with nothing to eat
From watching your brothers and sisters every night
To seeing better things for us in sight
From Hoping house to house
To moving school to school unannonced
From Not having clothes to wear
To you being gone giving my heart a scare
From wonderig when you would come home
To me feeling all alone
From Being a parent at the age of 8
To me knowing we would soon escape
From dreaming in our hard wood beds
To keeping knowledge in our heads
From beng alone and having no one
To be loved and cared for by everyone
From being young and in the ghetto
To having great people called heros
From all the things I'd like to have the courage to say
To me being scrared and thinking about them everyday!
-Love milly♥
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