There are always times in life when our hearts get broken,
The days feel longer,
And joy seems really had to find,
But i found myself,
I loved myself,
I appreciated myself,
Knowing that the value of my life is not the value the society places on me but what i make of myself,
If everyone turns there back on me and years later i haven't grown,
Then i have lost woefully,
But if years later i am rich,established, academically successful,... then i have won.
So people disappointing me is my greatest motivation to becoming great.
Because i know i must prove to them that i can always succeed with or without them.

I do not know when i will leave this world,
Whether that i'm young or when i'm old,
I only hope that i meet  the God i believed in
Not as a timid man but one who is bold.

It is very painful but also true,
The sea is not always clear and the sky not always blue,
The ones you love might not love you too,
The truth you hear are not always true;

The life you adore, you'll one day loose,
The freedom legends fought for, others will misuse,
Daughters properly raised, men will want to abuse,
the innocent and peace makers, courts will accuse;

A path might seem right but leads to destruction,
Many great men unborn expelled by abortion,
Poor and middle class molested by extortion,
possibility of earning little, though working oneself to exhaustion;

But i'll not be sad cause i believe in me,
i'll do what i can but what will be will be,
no matter the challenge, opportunity is an endless sea,
Except i die young, i will be what i want to be.

I am addicted to the street life,
The street girls that wont make a wife,
The head lights flashing in my eyes,
The tall ****** having glossy waxed thighs;

I am accustomed to the police chase,
The constant fear of sitting in one place,
The drugs and smell of cigar-**** in the air,
And the disgust in the eyes of passers-by as they stare;

I am acquainted to the quick cash for fancy cars,
The possible bullet wounds and permanent scars,
The big booties in the clubs across the street,
And the VIP seats that usually comes with it;

I crave for the knife fights and gang wars,
The fake ideas that i will die for a just course,
The hijacked lamborgini i wil bring to grandma,
The idea that "******" in my neighbourhood will call me master;

Indeed i am fooled by what i see in music videos,
The gangsters turned musicians acting in these videos,
Who end up broke,shattered and in dismay,
Naa, i will stick to the deligence that brings the good pay.

I’m friends with this girl named Ana, I started to eat less.
Hating the person in the mirror, my life has become a mess.
My best friend is named Ana, she always talks to me,
She tells me to skip meals, maybe two or three?
Ana is the one I listen to, she’s smart and full of advice.
I’m starting to get smaller, my health is the sacrifice.
Mia is my friend too, she pushes me around.
The food has become the enemy and I couldn’t lose a pound.
I’m scared of this girl Ana, I can’t get her out of my head.
It finally occurred to me, that Ana wants me dead.
Mia hurts me too, she makes me want to purge
Buying lots of binge food, I cannot stop the urge.
She even hurts my throat, it burns with every retch.
She even makes me exercise, it hurts when I stretch.
I hate Ana and Mia, they make my life a hell.
Someone please hear my silent screams because she won’t let me tell.
I’m a prisoner of Ana, I’m captive to her will.
I’m doing everything she tells, how can I be fat still?
My murderer is Ana, she starved me to the grave.
My heart finally stopped beating, I failed to be brave.
If you want a happy ending, this story’s not for you
Ana and Mia are silent killers and they’ll even **** you too.

Was that little six year old girl walking home from her bus stop ready to tell her mother about her first day of school asking for it?

Was the teenage girl asking for it by walking to the restroom?

What about a mother? Was she asking for it by making a trip to the grocery store?