Let my life speak...

Let my life speak the words you dont always hear but the kind of words you feel. My story had been fortold the moment I came into the world. A dark skinned girl from a broken home could only have a broken future. Being raised in a community that was all about self and not about love, she would become anpther statistic. But heed these words again. Let my life speak the words that you dont always here, but the kind of words you feel. Feel the words cry a colored girl writing her way out of the projex. Feel the words yell a colored gorl with a broken home but a fixed future. Feel the words scream not another statistic but another oppertunity to find my way. Dont silence these words. Dont hear these words, but please feel them and tell me if my future is still fortold.