I did it. I made it! I got this far. The end of school, the beginning of a car, a job, a house, a family. My mom’s asking how did he graduate, but not proudly. She thought I wouldn’t, I couldn’t. I can’t understand what she saw in me, man. What gave her false hopes and negative dreams. What made her pull out her hair and tear at the seams. Through the binder reams, all homework was finished. All F’s diminished. My fears were the thinnest. I knew I would pass, but couldn’t prove it to her. She bought me a tutor to help with my future, but my obvious demise was coming all the sooner. No matter what, she saw me as a loser and kicked me out of the house so ******* abrupt. Just packed my bags and through out my stuff while I was away at some friends party. I could’ve argued with her, but honesty, I hardly cared for my own safety at this point. I was still rolling joints. Still hurting myself. Called up my friends and went with the twelfth plan on my list if I ever got kicked out by an unfair mighty fist. This plan was to sleep on a bench at a school. It was thirty degrees below my sense of cool and right now I just wanted to cry, and hug my baby and tell her goodbye. I wanted to leave this god awful world. What did I do wrong? Do I deserve my girl? As these thoughts were running through my head, my dad called me up and said, “Thank God you aren’t dead.” You can live with me, cause your mom is a ***** who only adores the cores of “scores” and obviously ignores yours. I ended up sleeping on the bench and four days later I’m still sleeping in my stench. No friends could house me and my dad didn’t care. My phone was dead and just my baby was aware of the horrible situation my mom put me in, so she told me to come over, I knocked, said, “Let me in.” She opened her window and had me sneak in, I finally had shelter so of course I started sleepin’. I was caught a few hours later by her dad, who wasn’t mad, but actually glad she had taken in a stray. It almost seemed like I made her dads day. Her dad was gay and looked the other way. The only parent in the house didn’t care that I was there and he went to work later. He does special effects. Me and my baby stayed home all day and had ***. I always gotta switch it up at some point in my poems. Probably because my mind wanders and roams. I might get *****, cause I’m a super freak. Now I’m done with this one. Gotta go take a leak.