My Cry Poem by Ronieke campbell

Sit back and reflect on my life
An how on the brightest days I can't see light
An how I turned left from all that was right
And how my pap's dismissed me like it was alright
I still feel pain from when he would treat me like a drum at nights and
Tossing me from left to right
And when I left he felt it was his right to
Tarnish all I did that was right
Sometimes I wanna cry to my mama
But she has her own stress that she's under
At times I just wanna give the eff up but I'm way stronger I gotta achieve greatness so my grandma mind could be at ease before she goes under knowing I took all those kind words from grandpa nd translate them into what makes me much stronger
To this world I'm just another nigga
with my head held high I beg to differ
Life gave me a empty frame and what I am is 2 ugly 2 decorate it with my picture
Wake up every morning hoping life would be different pray 2 the lord I hope that he's listening nd hope he never put anyone I love through what I'm facing. I've done so many wrongs nd the price I'm paying, life can keep that receipt because whatever happiness i attain I won't be returning.......