I remember wen I was 8 yrs old
I was livin from pillow to post
I seen my dad once
Rest of the time he was ghost
Got 5 other siblings
But we not even close
Some parts of me missin
I need em the most
Nobody can fix me
I will always be broke
I have so many memories
U just do not kno
I have so many memories
U just do not kno
Young boy born in JerseyStayed wit my mom til I was 8
I was so skinny so hungry
Many nights no food on my plate
Somehow mom got help
Got assistance from the state
So the food came
But the lights went
the bills was always late
I got abused from different directions
I started to fill wit hate
Im ice cold
No emotions
It felt normal to be this way
I got put into school
I was happy wen I went
That was my Way out
I didn't go much
I missed many days
Was old enough
But didn't kno how to count
ain't that a shame
That added fuel to my flame
Became much meaner
Had nothing to gain
Nothin to gain but pain
I viewed everything wit much distain
Even the men that momma dated
I never liked one
All were hated
They tried to to get close
But we never related
one specific was antwione
The very first sight I wanted him gone
Wen mom turned her back
He treated me wrong
I tried to fight back
But I was too small
And obviously i wasn't too strong
To reach a breaking point
It didn't take long
Cuz one day I seen him
Take over my mother
I grabbed a knife
I attempted to cut em
The look on his face
Changed all of a sudden
From that day forward
There was zero discussion
It was fine by me
I brushed it off
Cuz to me he is lower than nothin

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Book of Poems.....
PoesíaThis is being put together from different poems by me and my homeboy, some will be cheerful some be the coldhearted truth. It shines on all the things on life that broken our heart and made us who we are. enjoy if you have poems submit them to me a...