Something...sweet, sticky
My boy with marks
You in the dog pound,
Oh well baby, I can be the mail girl
Bark and howl
Steam all in your veins, can't tame
My blanket of stains and metal remains
Scraps
Be my scraps?
Be my bad?
Wanna dance ?
Yeah, he'll wanna dance

It goes back to the first wrong turn,
Looking up and down a street to learn,
No father clone, just one brother tight,
Here my mamas cries in the darkness of night.
she tried so hard to give us a better life,
instead ending with strife..

Some Nick guy stole my youth from me,
never did said sorry for sexually molesting me.
I held it inside, never told no one.
The child had died and the man begun.

Made me confused at such a young age
Stepped into the game of life at such an early stage,
My soul was lost, I was full of rage…
So let me turn the page..

Never could ever trust no one
Because of that I never truly had any fun.
Jealousy and envy towards everyone ,
I was a shadow
While the world was the sun.

Always wanted to just fit in,
Came up short from beginning to end.
So much hurt from the soul within,
Let me turn the page again..

I’d spend so many hours chasing the moon around,
Late at night inside my very small town.
That’s when trouble was found and I was on my way;
Juvi bound.

Trapped in a cell at the age of thirteen,
My nightmares began, vacant of dreams.
Wanting to live but surrounded by hate..
Fist fights over food, bloodshed for plates….




(My dad never finished this poem.. he committed suicide and I’m here to share his work, spread awareness on ****** assault as the damage it can do is unforgivable)