Only 4/11
I’m only 4 years and 11 months old
I’m almost 5 and I’m bold
I can speak,read and learn
I’m the voice for my family
To survive, protect, and stand
but still I’m hopeless
My moms crying and all I can give
Is my hand to hold
I folded these hands to pray
I want more
I only have 4 years and 11 weeks
I’m going to graduate and I have goals
I can have a career, money, and dreams
I’m the voice for many people
To inspire, improve, and love
but still I’m hopeless
I’m falling and people are depending on me
Depression and anxiety crept in
I’m no longer the voice I wished to be
But life is so short
I have to live it now
I want more
I’m only 4 feet and 11 inches
I’m devastated and I’m short
I have debts to pay, my credits bad
and I lost my sense of direction
I have gone to therapy, but wasn’t much help
I try and try and still come up short
But still I’m hopeful
I’m ready to be and I have support
I do have independence, connections, and experience
I’m my own voice
To project, focus, and understand
I want to live my best life
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