The Harsh Life As An Orphan

All alone without mom and dad.

I lost everything  I had.

I turned to the streets.

Been selling crack since thirteen.

My foster parents don’t give a fuck about me.

No escape from this reality.

I still see my parents in my dreams.

They were my everything,

but that was the past,

this is the present.

On a daily I cut school,

fuck my attendance. 

They don’t care about me,

neither do my foster parents.

I look up to drug dealers 

as my parents.

They are my guidance and protection.

They give me what I have been missing,

love and affection

until I got caught hustling.

The police snatched me up,

cuffed me up,

and locked me up.

Now inside the juvenile 

detention center,

during the middle of winter.

All cold and bitter.

Days becomes weeks,

Weeks become months,

Months become years.

Only thing remain 

that remain the same

is in the mirror ,

when I wake up 

I still see the morning tears.

Now I’m nineteen,

my so called drug dealing friends

bailed out on me.

Not even a visit or letter

from nobody,

unless it’s my attorney.

I look back on life and 

realized I traveled a harsh journey.

I was only suppose to do a year in juvie.

I murder someone in juvie purposely,

because I don’t have family in society.

I’m here among company.

I have food and water for free.

I have a place to rest my head and sleep.

Sad to say but the prison system

is my family.

This is life as a orphan.

I will live like this until 

the day I go inside my coffin.

 

History > Money

An old poem I wrote in December 2016. I will be uploading some older poems for the next few days. I will be uploading alot for the next few days.

Do what you love best.
Be your own man,don’t follow the rest.
Your talent is what you wanna perfect
Look to prepare for the day after the next.
Be optimistic and make your dreams realistic.
Focus on being a warrior today to become a legend tomorrow,
because the future comes fast and you don’t wanna live in sorrow.
Chase the paper, but 1st pray to the creator of all things.
Sometimes wise to accept favors but don’t depend on people for everything.
Make your own path and have the people behind follow your lead.
The root of all evil we run towards like a race.
Come across the finish the line and happiness is what we believe we’ll embrace.
But the wealth is not always what it seems and it can cut you across the face.
Betrayal, drama, pride, greed, and envy are the intangible ingredients in money.
Money gives you royalty but don’t gain you the loyalty.
Life is funny and I’m not talking about comedians.
The broke and humble becomes the rich living as a hypocrite.
Those who were obedient become disobedient
when worshipping the paper like greek Gods.
But there’s only one God
and he’s almighty.
When you put money over your legacy you die with misery.
Chase the dream by putting God first and you’ll make history

 

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