We are the children of the ****** Thinking basic necessities were luxuries and that love was earned not unconditional
We are the children who carved and starved before we even hit our teens
We are the children who grow up to be disappointments The ones you point at and warn your children of as we pass by
We're the ones who end up in coffins rather than receiving diplomas and fulfilling our dreams because we don't have time to dream When we only think of surviving the day
We were made this way
So God bless the children of the ****** The ones who are having their stilts hacked at but are somehow still standing
And God bless those who have fallen and been taken be it their own choice or someone else's
May our graves not be overgrown with weeds and faded plastic flowers and our tales passed on, not forgotten memories or sad stories
God bless the children of the ******
yeah yeah I know my parents and being raised in poverty can't be my crutch but we still live and go through this daily, and you fellow children are some of the strongest I've been blessed to know <3