The Battle With Myself

Its not everyday you wake up to death surrounding your life.

Ever since I was a child, my mom tried to make us a living by selling her body to men. She promised she will provide.

It was great to find her dead body in an alley while I was walking to school.

My dad found me after two years of living in a homeless shelter.

He promised he would take care of me, and for the first time, I was happy.

Two weeks later, he was choked to death and burned by gang members.

One thing that I take from this is promises are fake, death is real.

Im now 16. I live in a shelter. My life is jacked up. I have been raped at least 3 times.

What i don't understand is why outta all these things, God would send me a man. A man that I want absolutely nothing to do with.

Its too bad that me, Leandra Devers, is being wanted by none other than the great David Presidence.

Battles are tough. You can't win by yourself.

But what if you've been fighting them by yourself for your whole life?