Help is on the way

Thu, 02/12/2015 - 15:47 -- Angel51

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i was young,

crying, dad was nowhere to be found,

i hit the ground and believe me, at such a young age,

stuck in the gutter like it was a cage,

going back to my roots, looking down on some fucked up shoes,

i faced the storm, and came out with everything but a smile,

im staring in the mirror, so damn proud,
kept my heart pure.

while my eyes saw things that would scar me,

while my mom was at the bar and i sat with my brother and i let him know i was never giving up,

i would go to hell and back and still go back for him

nobody understands what ive seen,
they think im mean for no reason

when i lived in chicago everyday was killing season on our side of town,

no time to sit and lounge, just watch other people give me hatred while i was down,

came to good things and faced em with a frown because i didnt know better

nobody ever told me "dont worry, help is on the way"

because everyday i was thinking on anything and everything,

how could i be something i aint got no money, and nobody is helping me, lord knows aint nothing free, but how could it be that i see kids riding around in brand new cars.

and im here staring at the stars asking why me?

why cant i have anything, well now i know, i gotta work for what i want, and thats just how it is.

-Angel Guevarra

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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