She was a girl surrounded by heroin addicts
Prostitution on every corner
Her parents were no help
Always bent over with a high
Not caring about their lives
She had no encouragement
Only bad influences
To become an addict and prostitute
School was the place
Where she could show her face
With a smile
School was the place
Where she felt accepted
Straight A's
With lots of good days
She was so intelligent
With the mind of intellect
Abandoned by her parents
Left to survive on her own
Lonely days
Sad days
She had to find her way
Eating at homeless shelters
Napping at the library
She found her way through education
Becoming a Harvard student
Eventually succeeding with pride
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