kicked out on the streets nothing to wear
no shoes or socks no brush for my hair
no dinner no love
just to the door she shoved
"never come back,stay away from here"
these are the words that I now fear
town full of crack heads theifs all around
tagged up buildings trash on the ground
all high school dropouts all high on drugs
this is whats around us the worst of the thugs
hard to wake up go to school in the morning
I just want to cry, the tears keep on pouring
I might get hit I might get shot
living on my own...harder then I thought
weeks gone by no food to eat
nothing for dinner or even to drink
it cant get worse it can only get better
thats what I must think
thats what I must remember


I WROTE THIS POEM AT 16 WHEN MY MOM KICKED ME OUT OVER A FIGHT ABOUT HER
HUSBAND AND I WAS LIVING ON THE STREETS..WELL I WAS LIVING ON THE WALL ON FT
LAUDERDALE BEACH ON THE STRIP...GETTIN THROUGH LIFE ANYWAY I COULD BUT AT
LEAST I DINT FAIL SCHOOL OR DROP-OUT...NOW IM BACK ON MY FEET...I GUESS WE
ALL GO THROUGH ROUGH TIMES IN LIFE AND YOU JUS GOTA GET THROUGH THEM ONE
STEP AT A TIME...EVERY POEM ON HERE YOU READ FROM ME IS TRUE AND COMES FROM
EXPERIENCE!!!



 
Copyright © italiana_mami, All Rights Reserved