Everyone has dreams to make it for their familes get of the hood to live good well some people was born into this world with a sliver spoon in their mouth well... not me I was with a basic spoon in my mouth. I had to work hard for everything I got never really had a male influced in my life I was rasie by four women My mother, My auntie, and My two grandma's. Iam just a Detroit girl trying to make it out this hood for my family so we can have a good life some nights I cry ask god why me? But I know god got something good for me and my family we been through hard times I just want to a are hard times into good times. I just want to be heard for once in my life and I will be. #ToBeHeardScholarshipSlam

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