Its been so long since I could make anything clear
crying only dreadful bloody tears
the ones that come from the soul not just the heart
and this , like anyone else with darkness, has a start
It started a birth for me, born with a hole in the heart
just born into the world and life has me targeted with a dart
I was in and out the hospital, my baby life just couldn't keep away
my life in the balance so fast nothing else really to say
blast to the future I am now i'm seven and a happy kid
There is no excuse for what that man did
He took advantage of me, touch in my pants for hours
leaving me to lock myself away in my room to coware
such an outgoing boy changes for the worst after visiting a community center
Though i told my mom and we brought it to the police, they say he's innocent you tell me whos the real winner
I became the opposite of myself and my teacher wondered what was the deal
asking my mother, she was told of the man she thought she should kill
after leaving this new news and confronting me in class
other students heard and the info started to pass
for the rest of the year everyone called me gay
anytime I would come to class boys would stay at bay
for years on years i was bullied, called so many harsh words
I could feel my grasp on life flying away and being one with the birds
still young my grandma lived with us and she was a drunk
she would fight with my mom and the sight.. my heart just sunk
her boyfriend was the reason she got so bad
he is a Vietnam vet who has flashbacks and lacking memory which is sad
so he drank to keep it all down
and with that, he would drag my grandmother around
By age 9 I was 18
my older brothers couldn't be trust and at times could be mean
They fought they lied they stole
This led to fighting in my family leaving me broken and a heart once again with a hole
in and out of juvenile to people shooting at our door
everything became too much and I didn't want to live anymore
I planned it all out, to end the life of me
I felt no one cared and there was nothing that could set me free
the night before i was saved by a dream
but thats a whole other poem thats exactly how it seem
i'm older now and the struggles only get harder not mild
this is my story and why i call myself the miracle child
