I AM STRONG.

With a golden heart pounding in my chest I live my life.

My mother lost in her own poor excuses. No way out, she continues to get lost in the pain away. Every high, we lose her more and more.

My little sister so dependent so niave.

I watch her as if she is my own.

Now in this world the money consumes us. We make money, We work for money, We are money.

Evidently the rich are the rich and the poor are the poor and thats just we are, poor.

I am many things.

I am Strong.