When My Mother died I was "8" years old
That's when I learned that this world was cold
We all were placed in foster homes
hardly ever seeing one another, Only talking on the phone
My sister tried to commit suicide by jumping out a window
When she needed them the most where did all her friends go?
I hated myself and I wanted to die
They sent me to a shrink who only asked me"why?"
I told him that"My life isn't worth living"
Being stuck in this world of constant giving
he claimed he was concerned about how I felt
Something about a raw deal that I'd been dealt
When I reached "17" I tried to escape
But freedom was expensive cause I was raped
The rapist said my life was a lie
And nobody cared about the tears I cried
I went to the streets Looking for love
I found comfort in "Crack " the drug
Sex became a game to me, using it to get what I needed
Alot of woman hated me, thus calling me conceited
Plenty of times the devil would insist
"Just end it all, slit your wrist"
Until I learned I had a real Soul Saviour
God was always there for me and he never asked for favors
This is the lesson I had to learn in order to be free
I could never love anyone else, If I didn't start with...ME!

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This poem was inspired by the life I had to endure 
to find out who I really was. I am now a positive role model and 
I just want to reach the youth of my communities and give them hope. 
There's Nothing Too hard For GOD!