My daddy gone and it feel like im in hell...
I need someone to talk to, someone i can tell
He was always there to make me strong
Now everything is going wrong.
My mother say she mad cause i smoke weed...
But everynight her and a man is doing speed.
Now she sell her body for crack..
It's her self-esteem she lack.
I need some one to talk to, someone to tell...
This isnt the reason im in hell.
She knocked on my door late last night.
I knew something wasnt right
It was a different man this time...
My own mother and three men have commited this crime.
She let them f**k me at a dropp of a dime.
I need someone to talk to, someone to tell..
This is half the reason im in hell...
TRUE STORY
This is such sad story Mz Honesty looks like you have been sinned against in a bad way so sorry to hear this
very sorry.. cant imagine life that way. if its really true... (bows my head down.) im sorry. i hope life for you will be better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
* tear runs down face* Oh darl this one made me cry i am so sorry i just wish i could be there by your side and be the best friend to hold your hand and to talk to when your down *sigh*