what am i?
Where has my life went?
I feel like im living in a torment.
All these years in jail ive spent.
Sleeping in a 6 by 6 smaller than a tent.
Proccessing in a room with a nasty scent.
I felt like nobody dared to care.
All i wanted was a life that felt fair.
It seems kinda rare... so ima just glare into my own square.
Now that i walk i flock like a hawk.
What time is on the clock?
Is it time to move out this block.
When i talk people wanna mock.
And even have the audacity to stalk.
Ima keep on moving foward cus GOD is my rock.
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I am currently 17 going on 18 in 2 weeks.i was molested at 7 by a priest. I grew up in a rough circumstance and been in and out of juvenile hall. I been surrounded wit gangs, drugs and violence all my life. I want to go to college and become a homicide detective.If i get this money i want to start of at a community college, to better myself and get out the ¨hood¨, and prove people wrong. I would also like to show people that you can make it even if you've been put down all your life and came from nothing.
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