depression

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    depression

    Its,raining its wet i wake up in sweats thinking bout how my mama left me unprotected, rejected, in this world we call hell. Now i find my self locked up in jail for things i had done wrong. My life is full of greed, I smoke to much weed, i was making money when i should have been learning how to read. I was 14teen years old going through hell, this jail it had me prayig when will i make bell. My grandma always told me that life goes on. She said, "no matter what u do baby, just be strong". But the older i got life got smarter and harder things wasnt easy like they use to be, had to start hustling and rolling just to survive on these street. I am smart i got a strong heart, i always keep my head up and i will neva stop beleivin in god that he will make way. My adoptive parents gave me up like some striaght suckers but i knew in my heart they were some real true busters. But now i realize that change is a must and god is the only one we can trust......... a true story of a young girl who lost her childhood from a stripped foundation and a life with no mother but she has survied and she is continuing to survive because she is me a true women to be

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    Orchid commented on depression

    05-29-2009

    I like this poem also. Its inspirational about a survivor and about something many in these times can relate to.

    anamenonelseis commented on depression

    02-17-2009

    I like this one too. but I think it has the wrong title. sounds like you are strong and surviving.

    Spacer commented on depression

    01-18-2009

    The poem is very relatible I think mostly anyone human can relate to tihs in atleast one sense...very nice

    Phoenix9 commented on depression

    01-10-2009

    has a nice flow to it

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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