I remember growing up
Life seemed so perfect till he snitched on them
Then I remember being on the run for years
But even as a kid, I made the best out of it
Even though all the stuff I saw
Mommy made bad choices, then when it got better
I made the same too
I was afraid to tell people what he did to me
When we were alone
Now I sit here and I know what to run from
Me and mom sit here enjoying the good life we made
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem