She made me,she raised me
She broke me,it hurt me.
The streets became a home for me, finally I'd come and go as I please, a home that gave me a treat the type you wouldn't want to eat, the type of home that would leave you begging... begging to be released
Lessons learned,bruises earned had to go through it to get through it
Burnt my fingers,then I learned
And it still lingered in my mind....
-Uaueza,Kanguatjivi
