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.

 

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