Born with a million of dreams,
Then hundreds of em’
As years past it’s only
One.
Born with a ton,
Now,
None.
It’s no fun with a lot of
Precious comments and multiple
Heart dents.
Your worthy,
But it seems only your dreams is
Surrounded by a wired fence.
No matter how much you
Feel or think you will be,
It always end up leaving,
From a negative society.
So much riot,
Quiet please.
I get a glimpse of my future
It’s so much anxiety.
It hits when you feel it's a
Dream,
But it hits even harder
When you realize it’s
Reality.
Time moving slow,
But yet it’s so
Fast.
A ghetto child
With broken promises and demons
From the
Past.
With so much potential,
And healed words that’s so
Resentful,
A smile that is beautiful,
And eyes that are so
Wise,
A ghetto child
Blind to the golden
Prize.
Seeking out dreams
That leave her no place to
Hide.
Her demons is beginning,
But how long will she
Realize,
That when the evil awakens,
It’s fulfilled to tell lovely
Lies.
Living in a big world,
Where rules don’t
Apply,
And the white and black thing
Divide.
Everything is like a *****
Scheme in her
Eyes,
That’s why friends are pushed
Aside,
And family filled with strong
Unhealthy,
Dysfunctional
Pride.
It feels she was buried,
Dead and alive,
But yet her smile is such a
Gleam,
And her life is yet
Without a,
Dream.
-Marci H.
