I am ....strong

As im sittin here lookin at this little girl cryin on the floor I cant help but look at her and think she must be poor. And the reason shes cryin is because shes scared of whats past that door. How can i blame her when all her mommy an daddy do is beat each other. As i look up an my eyes get clearer i realize i was only lookin in the mirrior. Im only five i should be feelin alive but instead im thrivin tryin to not break, but oh wait its too late.....i broke now im just a joke. Im feelin like i needa croke, but wait theres hope when beautiful guardian angels come out of the air an show me love. We held hands and we hugged we fit just like gloves. So they raised me where i was happy and free not scared and seein drugs. That was my life dont judge cause it made me stronger than i even knew i was. Go ahead try to break me but i guarantee it wont even phase me because I am me ....I am Dolcey....I am strong!