The Foresaken

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I’m trapped in this room full of hate and sorrow
Always staying optimistic for what comes tomorrow.
I rock back and forth in the corner as if I was insane.
But, actually my heart was ripping in pain.
My mind was lonely, rejected, isolated, and so naked.
I was one of the many forsaken.

At age thirteen I was confined away on a hard, knock, life.
I ran away from home, because my dad and I got into a fight.
My new home was filled with asphalt and concrete.
I would receive my degree in “how to survive the streets.”
My mind was lonely, rejected, isolated, and so naked.
I was one of the many forsaken.


The drug dealers that surrounded me were my new family.
Well, that’s the closest thing to what I would call family sadly.
They took care of me and showed me love.
By love I mean spending family time selling drugs.
My mind was lonely, rejected, isolated, and so naked.
I was one of the many forsaken.

I’m just a child stuck with problems of an adult.
But, don’t blame me it wasn’t my fault.
The agony, the rage, the loveless early years.
The hate, the fire, the endless tears
The black and blue resulting from the brutal beatings.
This is not how you should be treating….
Me, the forsaken.





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