Broken Child Becomes a Warrior
I never had a perfect childhood put i could tell youit was hard,My mother was young she kept partying so that meant i had to take charge,Raising my brothers was hard but it didnt really matter cause i did it from the heart,She yelled she beat us the only thing she really hurt was my heart,It was sad cause we see saw are whole world collapse,CPS came and took us away,We got seperated but i never stopped believing that one day well be together again,Ive never stopped fighting my life has been full of obticles but i always find myself around them,Now im a senior with Straight A's and Im graduating and getting my business certificate,Life is full of obstacles but you always have to find a little light out of dark situations,So if i had to describe myself in a word in the dictonary it would be a warrior.
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