I never knew how to love but I loved so beautiful and gentle. My soul, pure, wise, patient and understanding.
                                                 I never knew how to cook but I cooked so fierce with an authentic taste of ones dreams in a foreign land. Full of zest, zing, and experience.
           I never knew how to be a friend but I put myself aside to be of aide to fallin' tears of a broken heart, or a simple scrap on an innocent knee.
                          
*Life was harsh full of confusion and delusion pain never ceasing love never increasing attention promised but never arrived living very deprived completely isolated and feeling ever violated having a voice forced to be muted in fear of being booted contemplated running away one of my only feelings was knowing I was just a stray the walls were closing in fast I knew I had to move on and make this my past