I look at myself and
I look at myself and think
I am a human being
My life is like church bells
My emotions never stop ringing
Sometimes I look at myself and say
I can't change you so I must replace you
I've been in the system since I was five
All I can do is struggle and thrive
I miss my family every day
I look up in the sky and say
I pray to God to get me through another day.
All I have is pictures on my doors
Grab the mop go do your chores
The placement life is hard
But you can't drop your guard
But through all the struggle and pain
My life would not be the same
I am a peice of art
That's how I stand apart
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